Waddles can’t even go to the doctor without gloating about it. “I made the best pee pee in a cup, they said no one ever left a sample as well as I did!”. I just can’t wait to learn of his death, it can’t come soon enough for me.
Waddles can’t even go to the doctor without gloating about it. “I made the best pee pee in a cup, they said no one ever left a sample as well as I did!”. I just can’t wait to learn of his death, it can’t come soon enough for me.
He’s saying whatever Daddy Dingus told him to say. Nothing more, nothing less.
With you 100%. Pile on and do not relent until he’s in the dustbin.
100% correct. None of this stuff is a secret. On the day he announced his flatulent candidacy there were already mountains of evidence proving beyond any doubt that Waddles is and always has been a complete and total fraud on every possible level. But half the country didn’t give a shit and pretended his obnoxious…
Once again Waddles believes his word supersedes reality and makes his every whim a reality. “There’s no virus and even if there is it’s nothing!”. He’s obviously pandering to the “I can’t bear one more day in this house with these kids” bloc.
I’d rather use my money as toilet paper than give any of it to a Trump but it’s hilarious to see his fanciful fictional “history” get punctured. I’ll never understand why the country just ignored the mountains of evidence that proves he’s a complete sham, maybe it’d be a good idea if we didn’t do THAT again.
Good, it’s time for that fraud to be shoved into the harsh light of reality too. I’m so sick and tired of “the world” playing along with her ridiculous “multi-lingual architect” bullshit story. Everyone knows what she is and why she’s there, now let’s see someone put it in print.
Or to summarize, dumb. This country is just loaded with idiots, braying ignorant slobs who can’t see through an obvious con when it’s right there staring them in the face.
Waddles is visibly ashamed and unhappy whenever he’s anywhere near his embarrassing namesake. Oh how Lard Belly wishes he could have that one back. The gross beard, the painfully weak profile, the complete lack of intellect, aptitude and talent, he didn’t even bother giving him an easy no-show job in his…
Look at that sleazy chinless goober. Without his fat gassy daddy he’d be running some shady subprime used car lot in south Jersey, if everything played out just right. Other than his obese flatulent father there’s no one I’d love to beat the shit out of more.
The flabby orange tub of goo is totally unhinged. He spent the day tweeting nonsense about a race car driver and wasted the entire weekend braying about old statues. His whole “strategy” appears to be getting his drooling Trumpies all fired up about being even bigger racists than they already were. It’s beyond a joke…
Shut up.
We really, really need to stop allowing our dopey pop-culture nonsense to bleed into actual real-life concerns. If we stop taking public service seriously and allow idiotic celebrities to become our “leaders” we’re totally doomed. Hasn’t anyone learned the lesson yet? Right now we have a novelty joke president and…
The last thing this country needs is another moronic joke pop-culture novelty candidate. One is way too many. West needs to shut up and shove that MAGA hat up his pompous showboating ass.
And he’s a Trumpie, which craters any and all credibility he once may have had. He could have used his stardom and influence to at least try to make a real difference, but instead he chose to slap on a MAGA hat and act like an imbecile.
Great, just what the country needed, another sleazy joke candidacy featuring a narcissistic hare-brained weirdo. We already have one too many of those as it is.
Nighttime in the convention center parking lot. Trump and Boy Pence stealthily make their way toward the motor home.
Trump, standing sternly and authoritatively. A stretcher and paramedics come into the frame.
The convention center parking lot. A motor home with a large “Trump 2020" banner on the side. Cut to the interior full of all sorts of sophisticated computer gizmos and lights.
See, just a few months ago Waddles assumed that by now he’d be zipping around in his flatulent airplane, off-gassing at his rallies, leading the drunken throngs in clever chants and making daffy faces for the cameras. But now every single one of his obnoxious “talking points” (the economy, the market, jobs, the wall)…