DonOld is so creepy

[FastLane]

Yer startin' to sound pretty desperate, tRanny.

That's a complete load of bullshit that you are making up to try to get under my skin.

But you are far to weak for that. I own you, tRanny. I can make you dance anytime I want.

And you better get used to it, I find it quite amusing to push your buttons.

See ya soon, tRanny Boi.

When your "girlfriend" takes you from the rear who makes the elephant trumpet sound you or him?

 

[AProudLefty]

When your "girlfriend" takes you from the rear who make the elephant trumpet sound you or him?

Leftover eggnog?

 

[Crepitus]

When your "girlfriend" takes you from the rear who makes the elephant trumpet sound you or him?

You tell us, tRanny Boi. You've got far more experience than anyone else here.

 

[FastLane]

You tell us, tRanny Boi. You've got far more experience than anyone else here.

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Still no answer. I think you and him take turns.

 

[AProudLefty]

Still no answer. I think you and him take turns.

 

[FastLane]

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You think they take egg nog shots before doing the nasty thing?

 

[Crepitus]

Still no answer. I think you and him take turns.

Dance monkey! Dance!

 

[AProudLefty]

You think they take egg nog shots before doing the nasty thing?

Confirmed. Cheers.

 

[Maze]

Wow, Trump, you greasy, overripe pumpkin of a human—only you could make sitting on a tacky gold toilet (let’s be honest, we all know that’s what it is) while creeping on an eight-year-old sound like the opening scene of a pedophile’s fever dream. Congratulations, you’ve officially fused the charm of a used-car salesman with the moral compass of a back-alley organ harvester. The only thing more grotesque than your existence is the fact that you somehow convinced a nation of dipshits that you weren’t just a sentient combover with the empathy of a wood chipper.