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We may be projecting in the wrong direction again.
Donnie, once you’re done there and with the restroom, show some hustle and RELEASE THE EPSTEIN FILES!
January 8, 2026 at 5:05 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin, which for him at his age always resulted in significant bruising. Thinking their cameras couldn’t see him, he tried to hide his shame under more makeup, and snuck a Tylenol for the pain. Until tomorrow.
January 8, 2026 at 2:46 PM
ICE can melt in hell.
January 8, 2026 at 9:56 AM
A ten-gallon hat covers a lot, but not a chin implant and a lip lift.
January 7, 2026 at 10:35 PM
Do you think Joe Biden could do this?
January 7, 2026 at 4:28 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin, but still couldn’t find Greenland on the globe. Probably because it’s the red one Elon left from the Mars project. Until tomorrow.
January 7, 2026 at 3:42 PM
Crappy Anniversary.
January 6, 2026 at 2:33 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin, ran Venezuela for a bit, then a quick Snack Wrap, then ran Venezuela some more before a big Big Mac lunch. Until tomorrow.
January 6, 2026 at 2:21 PM
Some dated references.
January 5, 2026 at 7:06 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and an aspirin-and-M&M’s McFlurry. Although he didn’t like wearing compression socks, his ankles already felt sufficiently compressed in his regular ones. He’d rather they were swollen with thin blood than that thick shit. Until tomorrow.
January 5, 2026 at 2:08 PM
Press 2 for Amerispeak…
January 4, 2026 at 4:16 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin, balled up the greasy wrapper, took his shot, and sank it in the wastebasket, which was encased in statuary marble and gold. Until tomorrow.
January 4, 2026 at 2:34 PM
New Year, New Regimes.
January 3, 2026 at 4:55 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin, and the only real prediction he’s making for 2026 is that Biden won’t live to see the midterms—thinking it’d be funny to sign that EO with an autopen. Until tomorrow.
January 3, 2026 at 2:36 PM
And we thought concealing things with makeup was too much?!
January 2, 2026 at 2:42 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin, followed by two Reese's Oreo Cups and a whole sleeve of Oreo Reese's Cookies, creme centers only, to officially usher in the Thousand-Year Reese's Oreo Era. Until tomorrow.
January 2, 2026 at 2:07 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had a Fruit & Maple Oatmeal bowl for breakfast, per his New Year’s resolution, then his usual Egg McMuffin for second breakfast and brunch. Until tomorrow.
January 1, 2026 at 3:02 PM
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December 31, 2025 at 9:50 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and made a New Year’s resolution to stop eating them for breakfast every day. Until tomorrow.
December 31, 2025 at 8:19 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and ended his latest call with Putin, agreeing that Brigitte Bardot was at least a 9, as a path forward. Until tomorrow.
December 30, 2025 at 2:11 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and double-tapped the secret button, hopefully for Diet Coke and not some drone again. Until tomorrow.
December 29, 2025 at 3:00 PM
That finger is going to bruise for sure.
December 29, 2025 at 2:56 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin, then pulled out some chunky yarn and a stapler. It’s going to be a beautiful poncho, he thought: a perfect poncho, a poncho sure to land him TV’s Game of Wool title as America’s, no, WORLD’S Best Knitter! But somehow he got ketchup on it.
December 28, 2025 at 3:24 PM
It’s always Epstein... Epstein... Epstein!
December 27, 2025 at 3:50 PM