Oh my God, he’s gonna make it necessary for me to gather up all of my Italian women friends and we’re gonna bring all our wooden spoons and then we’re gonna beat Donald Trump with the wooden spoons every time he says **** this stupid. I’ll Just smack him right in his forehead, with one of my three favorites big wood spoons…. You know, for stirring the meatballs on the Sunday sauce. Then I’ll let some of the other ladies smack them on his behind. Smack him on his mouth, we got hundreds of places we could smack him.
Unfortunately, then we’ll have to throw these tools away. Don’t worry
Don, we’ve got more, and We will make as many return trips as it takes to get the message through your gabadost.
He’s a gigantic orange stoonad.