Trump's chauffeur was driving him in his brand new Tesla down a country road, when a pig ran in front of the car. The chauffeur hit the brakes but it was too late, the car hit the pig and killed it instantly. Trump pointed to a nearby farmhouse. "It probably belongs to whoever lives there, so you better go in and tell him what you did." Several hours later, the chauffeur staggers back to the car, a bottle of champagne in each hand and with kiss marks and hickies all over him. "What did you tell those people?" demands his employer. "I just went in and said, 'I'm Donald Trump's chauffeur, and I just killed the pig!'"
