The phrase “super vigilante deal” bounced

of gilligans island. It was no surprise that the professor had sold his soul in a super vigilante deal. He never did consider the collective well being of the survivors. He was

too busy foaming at the mouth with power. Times like this made me hate him and hate me.

But you know what, as the assistant to Donald Trump I know things. Things that couldn't make me care less about what he thinks. Things about his women, his money and his

penchant for late night burrito runs. I'm so sick of Taco Bell. Couldn't The Donald, as he INSISTS we refer to him, go for a burger, a pizza, a darned salad for once! Please excuse

me for my rudeness, but next time we will go where i want! and then after we eat we will

head out to the old rock quarry and drink this moonshine because

moonshine is the best thing to drink when you want to go to the rock quarry! Besides drinking

smirnoff for him was just not enough for him anymore, so he decided to move up to next big thing which was moonshine and

mikes hard lemonade. He was now a real man. He could handle mikes hard. He now could go to sleep and feel good about himself and as if he had accomplished something in his life.