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Trump And Hitler Share A Cider In Another Bar

~ Uncle Dolf – my dear, dear friend.
~ Like Uncle, like Nephew.
~ I hope I did you proud.
~ You have elevated me to the heights.
~ I followed your lead!
~ My legacy lives on.
~ For you, mein dear Fuhrer, anything.
~ I can tell you a little story.
~  “Fill my ears”.
~ My dear, dear, Goebbels.
~ Your beloved propaganda minister.

~ You just had to love that man.
~ I know! I do!

~ He once told me – and this could apply to you.
~ I would be blessed by anything.

~ After one of his blessed speeches in Berlin.
~ Can I still learn from him?
~ He said: “I could have made them all jump from the windows, if I had asked.”
~ Maybe make them swim to Puerto Rico.

~ Donnie, Donnie. Perhaps my work is done here.
~ Oh, no.  I have to win, first.

Trump & COVID19 Walk Into A Bar In Tulsa, Oklahoma

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~ Oh – my God – Mr. President. Thank You!

~ I take credit for everything.

~ Thank you. Thank You!

~ You’re welcome.

~ Let me shake your hand.

~ Of course.

~ I suppose a hug is too much?

~ Not at all.

~ Oh. Oh. You are Death’s dream.

~ Any chance you can take out Biden?

~ Oh, I am but a foot soldier. Anyway – he wears a mask.

~ Coward.

~ I love it when you talk like that.

~ He’s keeping his distance.

~ But you don’t.

~ I got guards. No one will get closer than six feet.

~ Of course.

~ I like that – six feet.

~ Why?

~ That’s how deep they bury you. Ground Zero.

~ But aren’t you worried about your followers?

~ Why?

~ Well – you’ll lose their votes.

~ Nah – that doesn’t matter.

~ But you’ll need every vote.

~ Oh, we just get them from the graveyard, too.

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