The President went to sleep very, very, VERY! content, do you get that? That's three God damned very's, OK. He had been one lucky SOB that day in so many ways, so many ways, folks. He had not been jailed, nor had any of his immediate entourage, nor even his extended family. No fish today. That's #big fat ZERO! Nada. He had pinched the fanny of the First Lady on LIVE network television, and gotten away with it. And he'd had the very great pleasure of firing someone else who thought that he had been indispensable.
There were 310 million privately-owned guns in the USA and still, he was STILL alive. Incredible day.
There were one thousand seven hundred and ninety-five days just like this in his contract with the Merkin People.
Sleeping good, folks, sleeping good.
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