The aftermath…

What the fuck happened last night?

The November 9, 2016 hangover!
The morning after the election, many of us woke-up with a horrible hangover from getting smashed the night before…

Holy shit – is that a baby in the room?

Then we slowly started to remember… we are stuck with Baby Donald. Raising our petulant president over the last two years has been hard on all of us.

What in the actual fuck?

I wake up every morning feeling slightly hung-over after having absorbed Baby Donald’s toxic shit the day before.

However, there have been some fucking INSANE moments (see below) that have turned my mildly annoying Baby Donald
hangover into an excruciatingly painful migraine. 

The crowd size hangover!
Just one day after millions of women and men marched in protest around the world, Baby Donald has a temper tantrum.

He sends one of his babysitters, Spicey, to go on a tirade. Spicey spouted – “This was the largest audience to ever witness an inaguration – period – both in person and around the globe.”

Spicey + Baby Donald = Covfefe

The wiretapping hangover!
I will never forget that Saturday morning when I woke-up and saw Baby Don’s twitterhhea about Obama illegally wiretapping Trump Tower.

FFS!!!!
One of his babysitters needs to kick that phone out of tweetledick’s tiny hands!

The Boy Scout Speech hangover!
In front of a crowd of Boy Scouts, Baby Donald barfed-up word salad and made a sexual innuendo.

My reaction to his “speech”…

The “blame on both sides” hangover!
After violence erupted at a white supremacist march in Charlottesville and where a civil rights activist was killed, Baby Donald told reporters “I think there is blame on both sides”.

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The meeting with Vlad in Helsinki hangover!

Vlad walking out of the meeting…

Baby Donald walking out of the meeting…

We could all see that Vlad had just made little Baby Donald shit his diaper.

Tomorrow’s hangover!

As long as Baby Donald is president, I will continue to feel as if I’m living in a Hangover movie… Tomorrow I will wake-up feeling slightly hung-over and eat some sofa pizza. I will spend the rest of my day trying to figure out what happened yesterday, what is happening today, how did we get into this mess, and how did this motherfucking baby get in the room.

Fun Fact: I rarely fucking swore before November 9, 2016.