You might have heard someone say to get the fuck out of the way of the President.
What you didn't see was Max belting the Newsweek photographer over the head with the butt of his magnum.
The president took baby steps, but he was moving forward with the confidence of a great leader.
As decorum dictated he stopped at the demarcation line.
Donald hated South Korea's masquerading. If he could get the North Korean president to see his way, he'd open up the north.
'We need cheap labor and the Mexicans are always wanting more,' he was quoted saying as he made the giant leap over the line that separated the Koreas.
Elon Musk was hoping this day would never come.
'The fucking cocksucker is going to give rocket man all my contracts.'
It was true too.
The North Korean said 'I never expected to meet you at this place.'
'Always expect the unexpected,' said the President, who whispered in his ear, 'you might have just won me the '20 election.'
Not only had Trump swept up the mess between the USA and China, but he also did one better, he resumed a more equitable trade between the superpowers.
Obviously, the euphoria was running high.
I conveniently put on my best Yank accent. The sluts would be looking at us as the liberators.
Truckloads of farm girls from the provinces on the South Korea side were making their way here.
What the Western press failed to mention, was that there was a six lane super highway leading up to the border post.
Each day 200 000 North Koreans made their way twenty kilometers into an economic zone, created by Samsung, where they labored day and night making mobile phones.
'This is gotta end,' said Trump, who patted Rocket Man on the back.
Being a historical observer is hard work.
Should we send Rocket Man back to Seoul, and let the real party begin?
'No,' replied Rocket Man via text, 'I think there should be some swinging parties at the Samsung village.'
It was decided.
We'd stay.
What you didn't see was Max belting the Newsweek photographer over the head with the butt of his magnum.
The president took baby steps, but he was moving forward with the confidence of a great leader.
As decorum dictated he stopped at the demarcation line.
Donald hated South Korea's masquerading. If he could get the North Korean president to see his way, he'd open up the north.
'We need cheap labor and the Mexicans are always wanting more,' he was quoted saying as he made the giant leap over the line that separated the Koreas.
Elon Musk was hoping this day would never come.
'The fucking cocksucker is going to give rocket man all my contracts.'
It was true too.
The North Korean said 'I never expected to meet you at this place.'
'Always expect the unexpected,' said the President, who whispered in his ear, 'you might have just won me the '20 election.'
Not only had Trump swept up the mess between the USA and China, but he also did one better, he resumed a more equitable trade between the superpowers.
Obviously, the euphoria was running high.
I conveniently put on my best Yank accent. The sluts would be looking at us as the liberators.
Truckloads of farm girls from the provinces on the South Korea side were making their way here.
What the Western press failed to mention, was that there was a six lane super highway leading up to the border post.
Each day 200 000 North Koreans made their way twenty kilometers into an economic zone, created by Samsung, where they labored day and night making mobile phones.
'This is gotta end,' said Trump, who patted Rocket Man on the back.
Being a historical observer is hard work.
Should we send Rocket Man back to Seoul, and let the real party begin?
'No,' replied Rocket Man via text, 'I think there should be some swinging parties at the Samsung village.'
It was decided.
We'd stay.
