The sheer bliss of Trump’s election, and the sheer RELIEF that we’d avoided what would have been the worst event in our nation’s history, colored everything that morning. The relief, God, the relief.
The morning of November 9, 2016, my coffee tasted like pussy. I shaved, and my electric shaver smelled like pussy.
Yes, I’m serious. No, I’m not making this up.
I don’t understand the psychology of it, but sweet!
TRUMP 2020: MAKE THE WORLD TASTE LIKE PUSSY.