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“WHAT?!? WHAT?!? WHAT?!?”
 
Oh. Right. In the fucking shower. I
stormed in the bathroom and grabbed the safe. The motherfucking
centipedes began to chase me, so once I had got outside, I threw the
safe at them. It missed, the safe blew up, and my money blew in the
wind. The asshole neighbors stormed outside and almost fucking
trampled me as they ran after the money.
 
 
Well, shit. There goes my money. I needed to come up with something to get Trump to kill the centipedes. Then the idea hit me. I picked up the phone, and called Trump.“Trump, I'm mistaken. They are not
centipedes.”“If they're not centipedes, then what
are they?” Trumped growled impatiently.My reply was simple. “Immigrants.”“WHAT?!? WHAT?!? WHAT?!?”
 
 
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