Into the breach, once more.
[It is the countdown, folks – so count along.]
~ What’s your poison, Donald?
~ I know what your poison is, Hillary.
~ What’s that?
~ You drink the Kool-Aid.
~ You’re the one who mixes it, Donald. I don’t touch the stuff.
~ It makes you nasty.
~ I’m starting to think you have a fixation on nasty women.
~ I like women.
~ You like to do things to women, Donald. It’s a big difference.
~ They love it.
~ They’d love to let you know how much they love it – I’ll grant you that.
~ So, you get all the women beating up on me, you think it will make you win?
~ A lot more than that is going to make me win.
~ What’s that?
~ You, Donald. You being you. Really, all I have to do is stand there and be superior.
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