We don't want much, said Jack, who flashed the money around.
'But what we want is you to appear at the Demilitarisation Zone at the border.'
We explained that it was only two minutes of his time.
'It's a case of saying Peek-A-Boo from the other side, waving, and saying you'll behave yourself to Trump who will be there for a photo shoot.'
'What's in for me,' he eventually asked.
He was wired up.
'More of this,' said Jack, who was smart enough to text Ai-young to bring her girls around.
As they entered, all tits and ass, Rocket Man's eyes and mouth were wide opened.
He was a believing man.
I had also texted Max.
Outside was a chopper.
'Get a move on,' I told Rocket Man, also promising to deposit a million smackeroonies into his account on the Cayman Islands.
Max said we'd both get a promotion after this one.
Not only did the publicity stunt put the noses of the liberals out of place, but the President also agreed to release more funding.
'I couldn't have done it any better, boys,' he said.
Having those photos of Rocket Man snorting lines off the tits of 'I dream of Fucking Jennie The Whore' certainly helped sway his decision.
This little milestone will go down as the Peek-A-Boo incident.
What secured the deal was when the President pulled out the flowery love letter he received from the sex fiend and blew him a kiss.
Less than two minutes was all it took.
This was The Apprentice on a world scale.
The ratings were going through the roof.
Even Putin was watching.
'Fuck, he did one better than telling me not to meddle in the '20 election,' said Putin to his closet aid, somewhere in a tundra forest, 'he blew the Rocket Man a fucking kiss.'
'But what we want is you to appear at the Demilitarisation Zone at the border.'
We explained that it was only two minutes of his time.
'It's a case of saying Peek-A-Boo from the other side, waving, and saying you'll behave yourself to Trump who will be there for a photo shoot.'
'What's in for me,' he eventually asked.
He was wired up.
'More of this,' said Jack, who was smart enough to text Ai-young to bring her girls around.
As they entered, all tits and ass, Rocket Man's eyes and mouth were wide opened.
He was a believing man.
I had also texted Max.
Outside was a chopper.
'Get a move on,' I told Rocket Man, also promising to deposit a million smackeroonies into his account on the Cayman Islands.
Max said we'd both get a promotion after this one.
Not only did the publicity stunt put the noses of the liberals out of place, but the President also agreed to release more funding.
'I couldn't have done it any better, boys,' he said.
Having those photos of Rocket Man snorting lines off the tits of 'I dream of Fucking Jennie The Whore' certainly helped sway his decision.
This little milestone will go down as the Peek-A-Boo incident.
What secured the deal was when the President pulled out the flowery love letter he received from the sex fiend and blew him a kiss.
Less than two minutes was all it took.
This was The Apprentice on a world scale.
The ratings were going through the roof.
Even Putin was watching.
'Fuck, he did one better than telling me not to meddle in the '20 election,' said Putin to his closet aid, somewhere in a tundra forest, 'he blew the Rocket Man a fucking kiss.'
