Trump tours mask factory without a mask

I still think there’s about a 10 percent chance that I crashed my bicycle into a falafel stand in 2015, died of my injuries, went to hell, and this has been my reality ever since.

Come to think of it, maybe the chance is actually closer to 80 percent, because how else do you explain shit like this?

Yup, he’s standing at least 6 feet away from everyone else in his entourage. Also, he’s a lithe 205 pounds and his hands are the size of hockey goalie mitts.

Masks are for nerds, yo! They make you look weak! This is America, where we’re willing to die for our stupidity!

And, yes, “Live and Let Die” is a nice touch.



The scriptwriters for my personal hell are a little too on the nose here. They need to dial it back a bit. This is quickly becoming implausible. You don’t want me to wake from my nightmare, do you? DO YOU!?!?!?

Is Trump still chafing your arse-cheeks? Then Dear Fcking Lunatic: 101 Obscenely Rude Letters to Donald Trump and its boffo sequels Dear Prsident A**clown: 101 More Rude Letters to Donald Trump and Dear F*cking Moron: 101 More Letters to Donald Trump by Aldous J. Pennyfarthing are the pick-me-up you need! Reviewers have called these books “hysterically funny,” “cathartic,” and “laugh-out-loud” comic relief. And they’re way, way cheaper than therapy.