All of those who stayed away did so because they had already milked everything they could from attaching themselves to trump like the leeches they are. He has nothing left to offer them so they are done with him. They learned it from him.
The music had stopped, the 19 guests (most of them unpaid interns and low-level staffers) had gone home, leaving the disgraced former Chief Commander and steak salesman sitting at one of the round tables decorated with dollar store party favors, paper party hats and streamers. He slumped in his chair, party hat tilted to one side atop his frizzy blonde combover, and sighed. 2022 wasn’t a fun year, he thought. 2021 wasn’t very good either. 2023 might include indictments and convictions. Melonia was in NYC at some swanky party with male models. She will have champagne and sex tonight. But not Donald. He was alone, his spray tan staining his white collar a peach hue. He was nearly 80, with nobody to boss around or intimidate. No one to fire. Nobody to make fun of or bully. No immigrants to underpay or abuse. What’s the point? He wondered how, when and where it all went wrong. 2024, he told himself. That’s my year.
All of those who stayed away did so because they had already milked everything they could from attaching themselves to trump like the leeches they are. He has nothing left to offer them so they are done with him. They learned it from him.
Cruising for boys, playing with toys, wonderful euphemism's our unusual life.
Wait, Dick Morris is still alive?
"It's ice cream, goddammit!"
He was enjoying a birthday 8 ball and forgot all about it.
that's just sad
Ah, yes, Right Side Broadcasting Network just humming along.
The music had stopped, the 19 guests (most of them unpaid interns and low-level staffers) had gone home, leaving the disgraced former Chief Commander and steak salesman sitting at one of the round tables decorated with dollar store party favors, paper party hats and streamers. He slumped in his chair, party hat tilted to one side atop his frizzy blonde combover, and sighed. 2022 wasn’t a fun year, he thought. 2021 wasn’t very good either. 2023 might include indictments and convictions. Melonia was in NYC at some swanky party with male models. She will have champagne and sex tonight. But not Donald. He was alone, his spray tan staining his white collar a peach hue. He was nearly 80, with nobody to boss around or intimidate. No one to fire. Nobody to make fun of or bully. No immigrants to underpay or abuse. What’s the point? He wondered how, when and where it all went wrong. 2024, he told himself. That’s my year.
"Rosebud"
Shine on, you crazy Desmond.
Well, take the case of Fred.
More likely someone turned the option on for him and he's too stupid to figure out how to turn it off again.
Rugby player, my guess
Oh, he’ll, I would go for free and surreptitiously record everyone.
Loggins’s lack of diction is stunning
He also claims that Democrats want to stab babies in the head as they exit the womb.