“When will they ever have another fighter who writes poems, predicts rounds, beats everybody, makes people laugh, makes people cry, and is as tall and extra pretty as me? In the history of the world and from the beginning of time, there’s never been another fighter like me. Eat your words! Eat your words! I am the greatest.”
The ugly duckling turns into a swan and suddenly most of the party wants on the Trump Train!
It’s Mother’s Day Weekend!
The perfect teammate for a misogynistic, clueless, egomaniac. We humbly enter the name of Andrew Dice Clay for consideration to be the second in command of the United States. Like Donald he’s been married 3 times (that we know of). He has made a career of deprecating women and has absolutely no idea how the country or the world actually works. Seems like the perfect fit!
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