Our Correspondent in the Everglazeds, Maria. L. Laager reports on:
The Meeting of 2 of the Bigliest Important People in the Narcissverse
T'was the night before The Donald, Melania, The First Lady-Reprise, and the usual Psychophants were due to leave Trumpton for Washington and the Official Inordination.
Donny had thought Elon was unusually funny at dinner with his running joke of some relatives of his being called “The VanderKaffirbashers" He walked The Muskrat back to his cottage to hear more of what his new friend, Space Cowboy thought he should do to (or, of course, for) African-Americans.
The conversation wandered a good bit in the late evening, as often happens when 2 Super Brains get ; but The Donald gawped in amazement as The Muskrat came out of the guest's bedroom in a perfectly pressed gray military uniform. Although, as we all know, The Donster is the most bigly intelligent person in history, he couldn't quite identify the rig Space Cowboy was wearing.
The
Muskrat decided to give him a clue, since he was in
major suck-up mode. He began singing a song in a language
unknown to The Donald . The Don's
patience was exhausted; this was too much to bear even from a fellow
Grand Narcissist. The most scariest frown visited The
Donald's beautiful (such a beautiful) face.
The Muskrat, sensing he had upset his Big Buddy continued his song, this time in English
.
The Muskrat leaned into the mawkish words before reching an ecstatic climax as he sang out the chorus;
But Somewhere a glory awaits unseen
Tomorrow belongs to me,
The Donald welled up as he caught sight of his Magnificent Self in the mirror. He truly had Made Donald Great Again
.
