Trump's next business venture - Professional Pillow Fighting - a father-daughter bonding experience
Professional Pillow Fighting - after two years of pandemic we've run out of ways to entertain ourselves
I think I’ve lived too long.
Or maybe I’m lucky to be alive to see this. Not sure yet.
Professional Pillow Fighting. It’s a thing.
And of course, Trump is asserting that he invented the pillow fight and is claiming 80 percent of the gate and 100 percent of the TV rights, and the concessions. As well, he insists he be allowed in the women’s dressing rooms both before and after the matches.
“I like it when they’re all sweaty.”
As usual, Spanky went on for half-an-hour praising himself without saying anything of consequence.
I was ready to chase down a cockroach for lunch – Mar-A-Lardo has the best insects, bar none, when he finally said something germane to our conversation.
“Yeah, I’m thinking we take it on the road, me and Vanky. And of course, we’ll share a dressing room. She’s a bit of a crowd pleaser herself, you know. It’ll be nice to have a little alone time, Big Daddy and his Naughty Little Girl. It’s a game we used to play when she was a teenager – after I had her nose fixed. Just the two of us. We need some daddy-daughter-time. Especially after the past few years - there was always someone hanging around you know, like Jughead and Melancholia. My rental wife, I’ve never seen that bitch smile except in photos when I am away on business. Should’ve leased an Asian woman - they smile even if they don’t want to, no matter how much you mistreat them.”
If he can find a contractor to work for free, Spanky tells me he will be building a big, new, venue.
“It’s gonna have a nice little suite for Vanky and me. Lots if mirrors. Be nice to get away from the bedbugs and those idiot sons of mine hanging around at Mar-A-Lardo. Wait a damn minute! Why am I telling you this, you’re a fucking cat! Didn’t I toss you out of here before? Get the fuck out of here.”