I think that evil little orange fuck hasn’t changed one bit. He still brags about big, beautiful pieces of chocolate cake. It’s my hope the next time someone is stupid enough to invite him to their kid’s birthday party, the birthday boy (or better yet a girl) should grab those party candles and set his god damn fake bird’s nest hair on fire, lighting that Nazi-loving psychopath into a lovely, steaming hot funeral pyre.

(Sorry Allan, I’m really hating that unhinged bastard today. His latest tweets this morning were just too over the top crazy!)