I can already see the questions the Republican Senators will ask:

Why is this dickhole still talking about Hillary and the election?

God damn, he must have finished the whole thing.

I’m sure Donald was really concerned about Sasha and Malia’s emotional well being when he was peddling his birther bullshit for eight years.

I appreciate his honesty.

Ooooooooh! Can I play?

“Herr Trump? Ja? Please, do you haff Prince Albrecht in a tin container of some zort? Vell, you had better let him out, ja? HAhahahahaha!”

“Eddie, have you seen my cashmere sweater?”

$69-a-month Birchbox-style subscription filled with “exclusive and vintage Donald J. Trump merchandise.”

At least one...

And, how many coal miners are going to buy Ivanka label pinky rings?

“Brains for dinner, brains for brunch, brains for breakfast, brains for brunch, brains for every single meal, why can’t we get some guts?”

At least Henry Rollins is still cool...

If you want to find hell with me ...

“I can not live with that guy”

And stay away from that baby-chopping shop! I mean it, mister!

(struggles to come up with a “Mother” joke)

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