Donald Trump failed miserably at last night’s White House Correspondents’ Dinner speech, proving once again that the only funny bone in his body is a cankle. Especially now that miniature erections are completely out of the picture. The good news is that although Trump did bomb, zero Iranian schoolgirls were harmed in the process. I must admit he did have one decent line throughout the night. That was until he blew the joke and spent the next 37 minutes explaining the punchline, which is the comedic equivalent of filling the void of an awkward silence, with the closing argument: “I guess you had to be there.” Ironically, when Trump’s performance was over, the crowd did call for an encore…but from a gunman who can actually run a 4.2/40. Sure, I give Trump credit for performing under those conditions; usually his naps feature a lot more screaming, the N-word, and projectile farts. But maybe now that he flopped worse than a FIFA-flailing fish out of water, Trump will stay in his own damn lane and leave the political jokes to the professionals. Just like you won’t catch me waddling into the Lincoln Bedroom at 2 am armed with a bottle of French dressing, a fistful of tissues, and an unredacted spankbank Todd Blanche calls: “Attorney-Client Privilege”.
The Independent Article Quoted – https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/us-politics/trump-white-house-correspondents-dinner-jokes-b3021335.html
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