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A lamp.

Well, they do think they’re royalty.

It broke up with itself?

And the aforementioned dementia has Donny putting more pepper than salt on his two scoops ... I mean, who the fuck does that?

“the biggest fatass who ever fatted”

I reckon he probably saved taxpayer dollars when he didn’t “work”. Golf. The Philanthropists’ Game.

You can repair all sorts of stuff with ballistics.

Does eating them count? I find them a bit stringy to eat ...

Zed’s Dead, Baby. Zed’s Dead.

She went to school? Who woulda’ guessed?

Does ‘Mad Magazine’ have a forum?

He promises ‘em a paycheck to opportunistically blow smoke up his arse. What price, your soul? They’re an entourage.

Smoke signals? He’ll always have ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’.

Twitter is how Trump wanks.

Now that Schwarzenegger’s weighed in, it’d be good if he grabbed Don jr by the Birkenstocks and beat the old cunt to death with his weird chin ... C’mon, this is an entertainment site. Now, Clubbers, write your own fanfiction Trump Dies Porn ...

Oh, no. Hannity’s gone the full circle of thinking. He’s just been comfortable at 12 O’clock since you heard of him.

Dino,

That guy’s gotta be stopped: