Dear Mr. Trump,
I'm sorry that my previous letter was so cranky. My cat's been sick and requires medication every twelve hours, the administration for which I need to be sober.
Let me try again:
Congratulations on surviving the Washington Swamp for one hundred whole days!
And what a 100 Days it's been:
- Russians!
- Nazis!
- Beautiful women!
- Lies and deceits!
- Betrayals!
- Foreign agents!
- Spies!
- Bombs!
- Chocolate cake!
- Golf!
Thank you for making my life a James Bond movie, if only vicariously (I hope). SO much more exciting than that old-maid-in-pants Obama!
I think I'll go lie down now,
Underemployed
The new mockery reality. I think I just srsly made up a new thing. Mockery reality. You can use if u want. Just credit me as the source. 'FancyBoy' for dl reasons.
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