I’m just imagining Bobby on his knees, snorting a rail off a shit smeared toilet seat, all while a perfectly clean countertop is literally right next to him. Kind of easy to imagine, considering what a fucking dumbass this guy is.

Oh, hi Melania. Sorry your movie bombed.

You mean to tell me women might find an obese man who paints himself orange, shits his pants, and has a micropenis shaped like a mushroom unattractive?

I motion to officially change the name of these files to the “Trump files.” Pretty clear who the main character is at this point.

I don’t know. I saw that Super Bowl MAHA ad featuring weird close ups of Mike Tyson eating fruit, and now I’m completely sold on the brain worm’s policies. Join the movement people. We can only get healthier if a lot of us start dying of completely preventable diseases.

Is “fat dookie” what we’re calling an eight ball these days?