10,000 year old Scotch
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So after a fulfilling week as president, in which he kicked
the supports out from under the Affordable Care Act, raised the chances of
military confrontation with Iran, insulted Puerto Rico, and groped Rose McGowan
— no, this just in, that was the other (chazar) pig in the news — Trump heads
out to a golf course for some much deserved R&R
On the way out, he takes a call from Stephen Bannon, who's
gushing.
- Mr. President, I thought you were slowing down but no, you're
ruining things faster than I thought possible. The fact that you're old and fat
and, let's face it, stupid doesn't bother you at all.
- No! Stupid doesn't bother me. Without tons of stupid,
where would I be?
You watch, Bannon. After a bit of golf, just a bit, many
steaks and some shots from my private barrel of 10,000 year old Scotch, I'll be
back to bust more stuff up. Did you think I forgot about that Korean pudge
ball, that cock-eyed dumpling? You wait, I'm going to turn him into kim chi.
- Surprised you know about that Korean delicacy. I thought
you were strictly a steak, potatoes, and Melania type of guy.
- Let's lay off the Melania stuff, ok? She's American sure,
unlike most everyone in Havana. . .
- You mean San Juan. . .
- Yeah San Juan. But she also speaks Slavilckian. It's a
strange tongue, and those people they have moods, they get moodlyy. You ever
been around a Slavookian in a moodle?
- No Mr. President, but I'm sure you can handle it. And if
you can save me a taste of that 10,000 year old Scotch, I'd be much obliged.
- Can't promise about the Scotch. It's rare. But ruination
is sure my thing. And I am just getting the hang of it.
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