The Day of the Donald (2016)
“Where there were roses, there were thorns. Even a boob like Bret Michaels knew that.
However, as he lay flat on his stomach under the cover of the flower bushes, Jimmie realized he hadn’t been scratched. He was going to have to dust the dirt off his suit, but there wasn’t a single thorn that had poked him. The flowers were fake. Every single one of them. No wonder the Rose Garden looked so majestic in late August.
Jimmie silenced his phone and rolled over onto his back. Looking up, his ...eye was drawn to some lettering on the underside of a rose petal: “Made in China.” Through the faux foliage, he could see that Trump had disappeared back inside, chasing after Victoria. What the hell had Jimmie been thinking? And more important . . . what the hell had she been thinking?
Something scurried through the dirt near him. Before he could even turn his head to check it out, the thing was on his chest.
The first family’s dachshund, Opulence, was staring him in the face.MoreLess
However, as he lay flat on his stomach under the cover of the flower bushes, Jimmie realized he hadn’t been scratched. He was going to have to dust the dirt off his suit, but there wasn’t a single thorn that had poked him. The flowers were fake. Every single one of them. No wonder the Rose Garden looked so majestic in late August.
Jimmie silenced his phone and rolled over onto his back. Looking up, his ...eye was drawn to some lettering on the underside of a rose petal: “Made in China.” Through the faux foliage, he could see that Trump had disappeared back inside, chasing after Victoria. What the hell had Jimmie been thinking? And more important . . . what the hell had she been thinking?
Something scurried through the dirt near him. Before he could even turn his head to check it out, the thing was on his chest.
The first family’s dachshund, Opulence, was staring him in the face.MoreLess
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