The chauffeur got out, checked and reported that the animal was dead. "You were driving, so you go and tell the farmer," said Trump.
Hours later, the chauffeur returned totally plastered, hair ruffled, and with a big grin on his face. "What the hell happened to you?" asked Trump.
The chauffeur replied, "When I got there, the farmer opened his best bottle of whiskey, the wife gave me a wonderful meal and the daughter took me upstairs and made love to me."
"What on earth did you say to them?" asked Trump.
"I knocked on the door, and when it was answered, I said to them, 'I'm Trump's chauffeur and I've just killed the jackass.'"