Donald Trump Junior is in pain.
He has had to switch from high-grade premium Columbian gold pristine cut cocaine … to crack.
Crack! The poor man’s cocaine! The shit manufactured by the CIA to put young urban African-American youths in prison for life. (It’s the American way!) It’s not fair, says Junior.
But the good shit is getting too expensive, and Donny Junior is worried that his family might not have enough money left after daddy goes through all his lawsuits and keeps getting arrested by state after state.
“I still can’t believe an American president has been arrested more times than he was elected and even changed his underwear,” said JR. “With all that’s going on, I gots to smoke me some crack! You want a blowjob for the crack?”
I told Donny JR that I wasn’t a drug dealer and that I didn’t have a penis, so “blowing” was not an option. He wandered down to the next alley, yelling, “Who wants to get blown by a Trump? I needs me some crack!”
Like hearing a swan sing its final song …
