Dear Trumpelstiltskin -
Why are you so fat? Do you want to
explode next to a terrorist cell? Do you like to fart? I do. How
come I don't have much to say? How about this – Why did you say
mean things about my brother George? Come on Trumpelstiltskin, don't
be mean. Put my thunder back where you got it from. I'm supposed
to be the one everybody's arguing with. Let me be president. Out of
millions of families in this great land of ours, why shouldn't three
of them come from the same one? That really proves anybody can grow up to be president. Why are you so tall,
Trumpelstiltskin? You're supposed to be tiny. Stop hurting
everybody's feelings, Trumpelstiltskin. Think a different way. Then
we can be friends and play together in the billionaire's garden of
life.
Love,
Jeb
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