“I heard that you’re actually the devil incarnate and I wanted to meet you,” Mattis told Bolton…
“What would make you say that?” asked Bolton, sweeping his tail under his coat.
Mattis To Bolton: ‘I Heard That You’re Actually The Devil Incarnate’
I’m not laughing. Why can’t I laugh.
Because it wasn’t a joke, and isn’t funny?
Ha ha he he so funny what cads 
“I heard that you’re actually the devil incarnate and I wanted to meet you,” Mattis told Bolton.
“But, where are your horns?” Mattis asked.
Bolton answered, “They’re in my pocket. I can remove them, because they’re bolt-on horns.”
Groooooan
Bolton strikes me more as a strap-on kinda guy…
“…who then shape-shifted into Baphomet, ripped off Mattis’ head, and feasted on his entrails as horrified reporters screamed and ran.”
Ix-nay he’s supposed to be a “swinger” guy from what I’ve heard through finger-plugged ears while going la la la I do not hear that la la la
Mattis to Bolton:
“Hi there. I hate you.”
“Hi, I hate you too.”
"Let’s get to work ruining the country!’
“OK pal.”
All right, this is literally a story about a man in a town who made a joke. I think it’s time to take a walk, since it’s the first warm day we’ve had in ages.
Funny, I heard that he was an almost universally loathed, bombastic, dyspeptic, poseur.
If he were on fire in the Aughts the RINO Repubs then would have begrudged him the means of extinguishing it, shall we say. But life is obviously a matter of ups and downs.
Imagine unleashing a rabid badger in a room with a trained pit bull, a mountain lion, a timber wolf and a full sized king cobra. What would happen?
The truth is, nobody could possibly make a prediction other than it would be very messy very soon. That’s pretty much the situation with Trump’s cabinet right now.
Satan immediately demanded an apology for equating him to someone as disgusting and evil as Bolton. He added that any further defamation would be dealt with by his attorney, Michael Cohen.
Har har har! Reinstitute the draft please. Let’s see how much the GOP Death Cult laughs then.
… said Maddog Cerberus to his master …
Was it the specially designed shoes to fit his cloven feet that gave it away?