Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner

Donald Trump has invited me for dinner. That’s right. I just got this email invitation …

There’s just one catch though. He wants a dollar from me for a chance to eat dinner with him. I refuse to pay the $1 because I know it will go straight into his legal defense fund, but I really want to have dinner with Donald Trump, even though I don’t eat KFC anymore.

Maybe a Kickstarter or GoFundMe campaign to raise the dollar so I’m not actually paying it? I do have principles. Not many, but some. No, I don’t really care to eat with Trump, and I certainly don’t want to hear anything that comes out of his mouth. I am more concerned with what may come out of my mouth. Once I have eaten food and hear the inevitable bloviation coming from Trump, I am certain that I would go full Bush 1 vomit on him, to date the only filmed Presidential dinner barfing on record.

But that’s just so tame and discreet and Presidential with the lap vomiting and Babs with the napkin covering up his spewage. I would want to ratchet that up just a bit.

This is more of what I had in mind …

Yep, that’s more like it. The chance to do that may be worth a buck after all.