It was the very best poo! The finest feces! A bigly, perfect, presidential shit! In fact, many men, many big tough men, have said to Dear Leader, they say while literally crying, they say "Sir, Sir! Please drop your drawers, so we might smell that gorgeous, manly doody!" Joe Shmo can't afford this crap, believe me.
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