A tsar, a nun, a rasta?
Donald seems like a preteen boy in so many ways, especially in his lack of interest in learning actual facts.
Genius and whiner. Don’t blame Trump for your poor judgement, Sheldon.
What did Adelson think was going to happen? It’s not like we didn’t all know Trump.
Lily St. Cyr?
A palindrome, technically, reads the same backwards and forwards. Taking the names, or ideas/concepts springing from the names, I’ll guess the famous burlesque stripteaser of yore with:
Lily = an intense marijuana strain Bob would have enjoyed.
St. = The recently canonized nun.
Cyr = The position held by Peter.
Do I win a car?
And the fact that Trump is the hero of the American Nazi movement (white supremacists, alt-right, etc) doesn’t even enter into Adelson’s equation?
Greed trumps all… (pun intended)
$25 million.
Gone.
Bye bye.
Well, fuck! And those early purchases didn’t work out at all:

No wonder he has such tax problems; he’s gambled all his money on LOSERS!
~rimshot!~
On top of that, I suspect he couldn’t put $100 million of his own money into the campaign, even if he wanted to. I’d be surprised if he had liquid funds at that level. In fact, given the collapse of his “brand,” he might be hard-pressed to sell something to raise that much cash.
He’s pissed because of all the money he wasted throwing at the Orange Organ Grinder Monkey, but this GREAT CHAMPION OF ISRAEL AND THE JEWISH PEOPLE doesn’t say a fucking thing about the rampant anti-Semitism of the Trump campaign and the Trump supporters? Fuck you, Shelly, and fuck your kids in the Israeli army who are also probably Trump supporters, too. And BTW, when did you marry John Denver in drag?
Reportedly, Trump put in $2 million of his own money in September alone.
I know, not much, and he lied, but whatever.
Old, white, rich man + way, way younger woman = transactional
“to reserve what communication that took place private.”
Ole Foster has such a way with words.
It’s time for a new metric to track the Drumpf defections. I propose that, in order to establish a true visual representation, the best measurement is not by body count but rather by cumulative gross weight. You have to admit, pound for pound, it’s pretty stunning.
No, but you do get a lovely parting gift. Johnny, tell Sean what he’s won!
“It’s a first edition autographed copy of TRUMP: The Game!!!”
If he’s the multi-billionaire he says he is, that would be “lunch money.”
Gee, it would be a shame if a Clinton Justice Department started investigations into Shelly’s Macao casino dealings. Yes, a low-down dirt shame!
Alas! So buying that special piece of property for Israel to use as it sees fit will have to be posponed for another day:

Shelly and Donnie, for the both of you, this must hurt: