His nasty jowls flapping about as the poor, grossly underpaid woman keeps asking “is it in yet?” while trying to subtly spit out tiny flakes of orange paint.

Too bad his mother didn’t abort Donnie, as it would have spared the world that revolting orange seeping boil on the ass cheeks of humanity. Hopefully his heart explodes soon and takes care of the problem. I can’t wait to visit his gaudy tomb and spray urine all over it.