Trump suddenly dropped his fork and winced as he glanced at a growing red stain on the tablecloth.
“Low I.Q. Crazy Mika, hey, the table! Oh come on! REALLY, Mika? Really? Go home! Your face-lift is bleeding all over the table! We’re trying to eat here!”
Worse, not too long ago it was a bunch of creepy texts from Psycho Joe to the President, but this is a bit of an escalation. “Cry for help maybe?” the agent asked. […]