A chance to Trump myself…
Blog Guy, say you could do anything you wanted to Donald Trump. What would it be? Go wild.
What a fun game! Um, I’m seeing him driven around for days in a Mini Cooper, all covered with itchy poison ivy and listening to the “Complete Works of Salmon Rushdie” via Books on Tape.
Frankly Blog Guy, I expected something more creative from you.
Gosh. I’m sorry. Okay, I’ve got it. All he gets to eat, for a solid month…..
Let me stop you, Blog Guy. It can’t involve brussels sprouts because you’ve already used them recently for a cheap laugh.
Please give me one more chance. Okay, Trump is out in the middle of nowhere, with bagpipers playing, and he can’t get away from them. All he has is a golf club, and when he can’t take it anymore he has to use the club to knock himself out. You like that one?
There’s a big flaw. Wouldn’t he just use the golf club on the bagpipers to get them to stop?
Nope. Real bagpipers won’t stop playing no matter how much you hit them with a golf club, but please don’t ask me how I know that.
U.S. property mogul Donald Trump poses next to bagpipers during a media event on the sand dunes of the Menie estate, the site for Trump’s proposed golf resort, near Aberdeen, Scotland, May 27, 2010. REUTERS/David Moir