One winter morning, Trump wakes up to a fresh snowfall in front of the White House, but is outraged that “FUCK YOU TRUMP” is written in yellow in the fresh snow. He orders every law enforcement and intelligence agency to investigate, and uncover the culprit, and by the end of the day, Ka$h Patel was in his office with an answer.
“Sir,” he said, with tears in his eyes, “I’m afraid we have bad news, and even worse news. First, the bad news is that we know who is responsible for this atrocity.”
“Well, that’s not bad news, that’s GOOD news! Who was it?”
“Mr. President, our analysis of the urine, indicates conclusively that it was JDVance.”
“JD? My little buddy? That IS bad news.”
“And it gets worse, Sir.”
“How could it get worse than my own VP turning on me like that?”
“Well, sir, we did an analysis of the handwriting, and determined conclusively that it was Melania’s.”
I’ve been telling this since the Reagan Administration.
One winter morning, Trump wakes up to a fresh snowfall in front of the White House, but is outraged that “FUCK YOU TRUMP” is written in yellow in the fresh snow. He orders every law enforcement and intelligence agency to investigate, and uncover the culprit, and by the end of the day, Ka$h Patel was in his office with an answer.
“Sir,” he said, with tears in his eyes, “I’m afraid we have bad news, and even worse news. First, the bad news is that we know who is responsible for this atrocity.”
“Well, that’s not bad news, that’s GOOD news! Who was it?”
“Mr. President, our analysis of the urine, indicates conclusively that it was JDVance.”
“JD? My little buddy? That IS bad news.”
“And it gets worse, Sir.”
“How could it get worse than my own VP turning on me like that?”
“Well, sir, we did an analysis of the handwriting, and determined conclusively that it was Melania’s.”
I’ve been telling this since the Reagan Administration.