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[–] stradian 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
The 2016 election has been a gift that keeps on giving.
I can see it know. She was watching the first Republican debate. Megan Kelly asks the famous question "...You called them fat pigs...". Trump was obviously being led down a trap, he couldn't escape women hater claims. Trump grabs the mic, raises a finger. "Only Rosie O'Donnell." She heard it, her first thought that crosses her mind "Trump is finished, he just fat shammed me." Everything slowed as anticipated the boos, getting smugger by the nanosecond. But the boos never came, instead, that noise was laughter. Laughter! She rasies he fists in the air and heaves her smelly bulk towards her flatscream. She succeeds in knocking it off the wall, cracking it, but the picture was still there. Panning shots of the crowd, laughing. She lifts up her hoof, and gives it another blow. The picture blackens, but the volume maximizes. Laughter. Laughter. She belly flops onto it, crushing the transistors back into sand. The laughter finally stopped. "Trump did this!" it shrieks.