Political Memes

Once I met a billionaire. Big burley billionaire, crying. He says to me. Crying over my shoulder. Big fella, burley. He says. Crying. He says, sir! Sir! My dada center! These people won't let me build my dada center!

He says. Crying. My dada center, with it, I could. But without it, I can't, I really can't. I could learn everything there's to know about all of them. I could know how much of my future money they have and how to remove it. It's mine! Give it to me! Crying! My dada! My dada center! Er er er er! Big big fella. Burly crying fella.

From the exact color of all their shirts, the foods they eat, the curvature and contours of all their sexual organ parts and the gas they purchase to ride to work. All of it should be in my dada center sir! But it's not! They won't let me build it he says.

So I made a deal with them. I talked with them and we made a deal. It's so good we never seen a deal like this ever before in the entire human history. The deal. It's an art if you didn't know. I talked to them and the deal with them was very. Very nice deal. It allows them to not complain about the da da center. Isn't that a good deal? And their women. Beautiful women. You can. Because you're famous. You can just grab them by the pussy. And they let you do it when you're famous. Ya no? Good good deal we made.