Politics : Fat little Donnie Trump's toupée is made from the pubes of his daughters

He replenishes it once the Rohypnol has kicked in.

Lol. WTF?

Just the facts, man.

Push it, baby! Take it to the LIMIT!! Just don't peak to early. I expect a championship performance from you on the 19th.






Leftist philosophy and policies deny both human nature and reality

OK, but until then I'll keep it subtle and conservative.

It was rejected cotton candy.

Yes. Spun from turds.

Isn't he like 6'4"?

Only in his dreams. Even with the lifts he barely hits 6 feet.

Strangler that is HIS hair.


"You only have power over people so long as you don't take everything away from them." Solzhenitsyn

I guess it's a case of possession being nine-tenths of the law.

Not many fathers can claim their hair to be the result of incest-rape with their daughters. Well done, fat little Donnie Well done.

Hey, MovieMoron, how's that "Persian Gulf Participation Medal" working out for you - you know, the non-existent medal you claimed to have "won" while on submarine duty?



Still wearing your submariner's Dolphin Wings as a lapel pin on your business suit as a senior executive at DreamWorks?



Maybe you can tell everyone about your wife, who you claim is a physician (although you couldn't answer, after weeks, a single one of my medical queries you said you were going to pass to her) and a member of the Board of Directors of the UCLA Medical Center!



Oh, and don't forget to describe that multimillion dollar home you claimed to have in Beverly Hills!

^ Sobs bitterly as he crawls back to the board for one last feeble attempt to convince someone anyone he isn't a pathetic wreck.

Fail.

Hey, MovieMoron, how's that "Persian Gulf Participation Medal" working out for you - you know, the non-existent medal you claimed to have "won" while on submarine duty?



Still wearing your submariner's Dolphin Wings as a lapel pin on your business suit as a senior executive at DreamWorks?



Maybe you can tell everyone about your wife, who you claim is a physician (although you couldn't answer, after weeks, a single one of my medical queries you said you were going to pass to her) and a member of the Board of Directors of the UCLA Medical Center!



Oh, and don't forget to describe that multimillion dollar home you claimed to have in Beverly Hills!

Look out! The old homeless dude in the army surplus officer's uniform you gave him is in the street looking for the "modeling" fee you promised.

^ Fled, weeping. Again.