Reality Show 20170125

Reality show: the key to any bigly business is to do bankruptcy well. You can't just lose money. You have to lose a lot of money. You don't want to take a lot of time. Right away you want to tell your customers what they want. They're stupid. You can't pocket billions if you don't defraud billions. Mail order meat. New Jersey casinos. Private clown colleges. Walls. People don't know what they want until you tell them what they want. You want walls people. "No we don't. We don't want to pay for walls."

I promise you want walls. Big F'ing walls bigger than China. China. China. China. I sent one of my servants to get take-out for me once at the Great Wall on 181st street by the A train. I was in my Penthouse having a beautiful woman over to give me my weekly scalp botox exchange. You wouldn't believe the tits on her. I grabbed. I peed the bed. It was fantastic. She put the Moo Goo Gai Pan bucket down on my gold encrusted lion's head I was using for target practice. I had a vision. People want walls. Great walls.

I was coked up like Wiley Coyote. I got my guy Priebus to get the blueprints ready. You're gonna love the wall. It's going have the Trump name on the wall. My face bigger than Jerry Jones stadium tv poking my chin up and wagging my finger at all the rapists not getting in. It's going to be great. A great big wall of Trumpland. We'll put in a casino, a golf course, and a detention center with waterboarding for the fam, Mexico will pay for it.

"How the fuck do you make that happen?" Well first you're going to pay for the wall. Yes you'll pay for it then mmm..

"What was that? You kind of trailed off there." I have to go. Mexico is invading. I have to tweet. We're bombing Jurarez at dawn. Reince where is my Davy Crocket hat?