Hours into his testimony, Trump attempted to read from a piece of paper he retrieved from his pocket. “I’d love to read this, your honor, if I could. Am I allowed to do that?” Trump asked. The judge said no.
Now I’m just imagining him reading a chapter of Shakespeare or something, like he thought he was in literature club.
Not that I could imagine Trump visiting a literature club, but I can imagine him thinking it.
Now I’m just imagining him reading a chapter of Shakespeare or something, like he thought he was in literature club.
Not that I could imagine Trump visiting a literature club, but I can imagine him thinking it.
I am so curious what he paper was. I like to think it was a haiku he wrote
A haiku he wrote l, and then turned into an irrelevant essay about some golfclubs and pussygrabbing.
Sry Im not american and dont know what shit he talks about.
Haha dw, that was spot on!