Look, I’m just going to say it.
All that tension at the second presidential debate was because Trump and Hillary are in love.
Hillary is tired of Bill running around on her and wants a man with gravity defying hair.
Trump yearns to get all up in that sweet ass pantsuit.
They’re fighting over this and that but really its all just to mask the fact that they want to bone.
Could be speculation but I don’t know.
And further, I don’t even want to speculate what it would sound like.
You know what? I won’t speculate about it because it would decrease the dignity of this fine blog.
TRUMP: Oh yeah…oh yeah…this YUGE! Thanks to me, Donald J. Trump, your bed is going to experience the highest ratings it has ever seen. You’re welcome.
HILLARY: Oh Donald! Hit that delete key, my chia headed stallion! Hit that delete key hard!
TRUMP: This is so classy. Really, its so fantastic. We’re gonna go at it big league!
HILLARY: Hold on. I have to take off my pantsuit and then the three other pantsuits underneath my pantsuit. Ugh, wait, I need my walker…
Hmmm. Oh well. It’s a good thing only 3.5 people read this.
Look, that’s just a hypothetical recreation of what a Trump/Hillary rendezvous would sound like.
And who knows? Maybe if they were to get together, maybe the country would benefit.
What say you, 3.5? Are the Donald and Hillary secretly in love?