poster 1: "Come to bed, Donald."
"In a minute. Gotta check my... online stock portfolio."
poster 2: Imagine putting Melania on hold to sh*tpost. That takes some massive cahones.
Uhhhh, NO.
That takes cajones that have been drained of any shred of potency or masculinity.
And that takes a cranium devoid of any neurological synapses--just a bag of fetid flatulance that somehow migrated up the spinal colum to fill the empty skull.
Obviously, also, it takes a person 10,000% devoid of ANY useful imagination.