To drain the swamp, one must become the swamp. Or something like that.
Just think: If Lil’ Donny Trump had gone into RoboHoes® instead of real estate, he might not have needed all his daddy’s cash plus an atomic shit-ton of fraud, tax dodges and Christ knows what all to crank up his little used-car-salesman-does-Vegas act.
A stable of Trump Humps™ might have saved him a few porn-star payoffs and a couple divorce settlements, too. Make Junior mop up afterward. That’s money in the bank right there.
Tags: Lil' Donny Trump, RoboHoes
October 2, 2018 at 6:52 pm |
What did you expect from a fucking dotard? Fits right in with Grassley and Boxer.
October 2, 2018 at 7:20 pm |
Neatly done there Patrick. The art is great, too!
October 2, 2018 at 9:26 pm |
This is exactly why he didn’t actually want to win.
October 3, 2018 at 5:28 am |
Spot on, as usual! HA!
October 3, 2018 at 5:31 am |
Sorry to hijack this; but for all you Mad Dog fans, Larry and Heather at CycleItalia are featured today at Pez Cycling News!! 🙂
October 3, 2018 at 7:57 am |
Nice! Looks just like Albuquerque. Except for the not-looking-just-like-Albuquerque parts, which are pretty much all of ’em.
October 3, 2018 at 8:28 am |
That was a great piece on Larry and Heather’s deluxe tour operation. Much easier on the eyes then my “get off my lawn” comment above.
October 3, 2018 at 2:36 pm |
I didn’t even know that was up until I saw your mention of it! Chris Selden and his father are nice folks – we enjoyed hosting them and showing them some of the features of the resort. The only costly part of visiting us is getting over there, once you’re there you can enjoy as much or as little as your wallet will allow!
October 3, 2018 at 9:55 pm |
Nice write-up!