Anyway, we know where this is going: Someone is going to have to lure Donald Trump out of Trump Tower with a six-foot portrait of himself and force him to be president.

He has the mental capacity of a 5-year-old

Nothing witty, I just hope he fucking dies.

I did Nazi that coming.

Here is my proposed Trumpnauguration Program:

bad publicity from some outlets, praise as an American patriot for killing a terrorist illegal ant from others.

Donald Trump never wears genes. He’s always in a suit.

If you’ve ever seen a Hutt in a bikini you would understand.

Here’s a computer simulation:

Look no further than my home state Florida... Johnson is getting 200+k votes while Hillary is losing by less than 140+k votes as I type this. I am seething at the holier-than-thou, protest-voting pieces of shit that can’t or refuse to realize that voting for leader of the free world is not picking your bff but…

For a guy who’s maybe never met a dog, he excels at whining like a little bitch.

Oh look! It’s Vincent Adultman, heading off to a long day at the business factory!

Summarizing the reasons provided above for why this makes sense as “not liking him” is reductive bullshit. Those are facts, not feelings.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the pool...

the GOP let the horse out of the barn a long time ago but only now is closing the doors. Except it wasn’t really a horse, but a mangy goat covered in rotten marmalade who thinks he’s a unicorn.

Third eye open, well done.

My one question about this is: what is a wine train? Is that like public transport for alcoholics?