From Trump's diary (here):
Friday
In one of the corridors of the West Wing, I bump into my wife. Who is hotter than your wife. I mean, I haven’t seen your wife, but I’m guessing. She’s definitely the hottest wife I’ve had so far.
“Oh hey!” I say. “I haven’t seen you in ages. Where do you even sleep?”
“Ferry busy,” says Melania, sullenly. “Was launching campaign against nasty cyberbullying on social media. Did see?”
I tell her I did, and it was amazing, and how does she even think of that stuff? And she rolls her eyes.
“Husband,” she says. “Is true you haff paid glamorous women money to go away forever?”
“Honey,” I say. “Would I?”
Melania shrugs.“Am hoping,” she says.
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