A Locker Room Conversation with Donald Trump
“Wow. Who cut the cheese?” Billy asked.
“He who smelt it, dealt it,” Trump quipped.
“Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah,” Billy agreed. “Have you noticed something? We must be fifty years older than the other kids in here. We’re too old for this.”
“I know you are, but what am I?” Trump snapped. Then he snorted into his hot microphone and turned orange. “You’re not the boss of me!”
“Good one!”
“And no matter how you shake and dance, the last few drops go down your pants.”
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