Donald Trump went to his happy place.
Diet-Coke rained from the sky as he grinned and told the non-existent audience that it was the greatest sky he ever created and that Kamala Harris wanted to take away the sky and replace it with a sky made in Wakanda and carried across the Mexican border.
He opened his mouth and “elekshun infeterence” fell out. He knew there was no point in putting the words back in his mouth because as sure as Sir Anthony Hopkins is really the real name name of the real Thomas Harris character, Hanibal Lecter, they would only fall out again. He put them back in anyway.
It was at that precise moment that he had the greatest idea for the greatest ever drink with the greatest ever name – Trump Diet-Coke. He even thought of the perfect can. It would have his face on it. He couldn’t stop laughing at the idea that nobody had ever thought of this before.
All of a sudden, he was talking to his daughter, Ivanka about his favorite Sesame Street character. He couldn’t remember his name but it was the guy who liked to count.
He wondered why the attractive women in the world were not as attractive as his daughter and felt sorry for them but only until he realized he didn’t feel sorry for them at all.
And then it happened again, “elekshun inferterence” fell out of his mouth. In the beginning, it would only happen when there was a microphone around but these days, it could happen at any time and any place. He picked them up, popped them back in his mouth and drank a can of his Diet-Coke.
To be cont…
He SHOULD be canned.
Nothing about him makes me happy.