That bible must have been planted there by Ivanka…
I need someone from 101st Airborne to bring me a bucket of KFC and my blankie. I don’t understand. I saved the economy and stopped talking about the virus. What else do they want?
Hiding in a nuclear proof bunker speaks volumes about your presidency skid mark. Real presidents don’t have to hide. Chant Lock him in, lock him in.
Feeding the rats again, huh Rumpy?
Get that rat out of there! He can’t be exposed to that level of filth! I’m talking about the rodent, of course.
That’s no bible, that’s a KKK guidelines rulebook.
I feel sorry for the rat. It must be wondering why the neighborhood just went downhill.
Oh, look – he invited Attorney Degeneral Barr to join him in the bunker.
Rats in the cellar! Ha!!
The Pizza Rat is from New York . . . just like the other Rat that prefers McDonalds. Let’s hear a Bronx Cheer for the rats.
Have all the Black people gone yet? No little Donnie, they’re upstairs fixing your lunch and laughing along with the Secret Service. Some joke about ‘What do you call a cracker in a box?’