Her name is ‘expiration date April 26th, 2020’
With your tough guy demeanor, are you emulating the mobsters you and Dad worked with in New York?
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This, over 9000
Dear Mister President of the USA. I live a long way away, in another country (I doubt you’ve heard of Australia, it’s a big country with four syllables so you probably can’t pronounce it either) but I have a question all the same.
Did you know that you are the laughing-stock of pretty much the entire world?
And what’s with the hair? Ok, that’s two questions, sorry.
Actually he has, one of his first acts as President was to insult your Prime Minister and bitch about taking some of your refugees.
Sure, but he would have forgotten by now and probably thought we were Austria anyway.
If he thought that, he would have asked your PM about Arnold.
I note that your new Presidential coin has been changed from a simple presidential seal and e pluribus unum to a gaudy, tacky piece of shit with your name plastered all over it. So rather than being about the person it’s given to, it’s once again all about you. My question is: why are you such a clueless fucking wanker?
Hey, Donnie, how many times did your Mom drop you on your head as an infant?
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President Pence is not what I’d term a favor. Better the devil you know.
Not nearly narcissistic enough. It needs some orange hair at the top.
Trump’s name appears not once, not twice, but three times on that single coin.
Not even the kings of old managed that, and the only reason they stamped coins in the first place was for personal aggrandizement & propaganda.
Checkmate, Caesar !
You can also get a Donald Trump chia head, don’t make me care enough to go get it, though.
I’ll bet that one is so packed with shit it grows mushrooms.
I don’t know, it may be full of air!
I have a strong stomach and I generally like such things as gross-out humor, but that was some gut churning shit there.
Not nearly often enough, or hard enough.
Some of your progressive opponents wish George W. Bush would be president, even though he sowed much more death, destruction, and authoritarianism than you could in your wildest dreams. What do you make of that?
Since your election, many of your progressive opponents’ wives are experiencing NPR anxiety and have taken to the bottle, falling into wine comas before the poor guys can get it up. Does your knowledge of this phenomenon influence your Twitter regimen?