Getting the Boot In.

You guys got dirty minds.

We're talking about boots here, okay? Not Putin's balls.

We're not talking about Trump squatting down in front of Putin, his eyelids half-closed in ecstasy as he lovingly and reverently cups Putin's hairy nut-sack in both hands, lifting them with trembling fingers until they reach his quivering lips.

We're not talking about t-Rump's slapping his cowlike tongue in broad strokes across Putin's nutsack like he's painting a pink hairy fence.

We're not talking about the frothy drool spurting from t-Rump's mouth and gushing down over his cheap China-made tie as he hungrily draws Putin's Soviet scrotum deep into his ravenous gullet.

We're not talking the inhuman moans emanating from deep within t-Rump's flabby, corpulent body as he pisses himself while reaching unexpected heights of passion incomparable even to kicking another Filipino pool-boy down the stairs for letting his Big Mac get cold.

We're talking boots, okay? Boots.

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There are tapes of t-Rump discussing secret payments to Playboy models with Michael Cohen.

BWAHHHHHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

BWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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I am the Red Hen. I am Maxine Waters. I am Patricia Okoumou. I am Kristin Mink. I am Robert De Niro. I am David Hogg. I am Emma Gonzelez. I am Mike Avenetti.

Fuck Trump.

=Lefty=