I’m not eating a Trump salad, no matter how many times he gets stabbed. Unless he’s stabbed like ten times. Then maybe. Or twenty. Then for sure. Let me know how many times he gets stabbed and I’ll let you know if I want salad.
Stabbed once, in the gut. Lies screaming in the street for 14 hours. Dying. Nobody comes to help. Finally dies. They pick the carcass up in a freezer truck.
Have you tried one? It’s pretty good. It’s got mini pickles, mini wieners, hush money puppies, some and Im peaches topped with saffron and gold flakes. It’s what they serve at the grand estoria hotel to any guest who says “pardon” about themselves.
I’m not eating a Trump salad, no matter how many times he gets stabbed. Unless he’s stabbed like ten times. Then maybe. Or twenty. Then for sure. Let me know how many times he gets stabbed and I’ll let you know if I want salad.
Stabbed once, in the gut. Lies screaming in the street for 14 hours. Dying. Nobody comes to help. Finally dies. They pick the carcass up in a freezer truck.
Salad.
Hmmmm. 14 hours? And I’m assuming there are a few other random carcasses on the truck already…
Ok. Yeah, I could go for a small side salad.
I might also eat a Miller salad if it were the right occasion.
Have you tried one? It’s pretty good. It’s got mini pickles, mini wieners, hush money puppies, some and Im peaches topped with saffron and gold flakes. It’s what they serve at the grand estoria hotel to any guest who says “pardon” about themselves.