Let’s be a dinner party at Trump Towers!

I'm the Italian sparkling wine being passed off as champagne despite not actually being from the Champagne region of France.

Houghton & Mifflin hardcover edition of Mein Kampf, 1973

What is it with eastern European women transforming into men after they hit 30?

It's Trump TOWER, OP. there's only one.

I prefer the men of Mar-a-Lago.

I'm the white plastic spoon being used by a Chinese massage parlor owner to eat domestic whitefish eggs that she believes are caviar.

I'm class and style and I wasn't invited.

I'm Nikki, a high-class hooker. I was hired for a Cushman & Wakefield partners' cocktail, then was invited up to the Penthouse to meet Mr. Trump.

I'm the shoulder pads inside glamorous cocktail dresses worn by the ladies.

I'm Bill Clinton flying solo for the evening.

I'll be the two story dining room, because if you're going to have only one room that's two stories, it should be the dining room?

I'm the coke residue on the gold vein marble counter of the guest "powder" room.

I love the Trump Penthouse. Very famous in the USA. Everyone had seen it. And yet for some it was not a sign of insanity.

Trump was broke in the 80s? He moved into the gilded 3 floor Manhattan penthouse in 1983 and bought Mar-A-Lago in 1985. That’s pretty good for being “broke.”

R14 Lol I'm the poor who thinks you need cash-in-hand to actually buy shit

I'm the caterer who will be shorted on the bill.

I'm the lacquer keeping every last dyed hair in place on the host and hostesses stupid heads.

It's the 90's, and I'm the 68 year old black man in the Security office, still working, and I think Mr. Trump is OK, but I really dislike Marla, even though I can't put my finger on it.

[quote]It's Trump TOWER, OP. there's only one.

Currently, R4, there's ten of them around the world.

I'm the mushroom penis inside Do Nothing Donald's scratchy tighty-whities. I'm flacid and greasy and entangled in wiry pubes. If penises were facial expressions, I would be a frown. Nobody wants to see me and I bring no one pleasure. Mainly, I just piss a lot. Ivanka occasionally let's me dribble inside her as I try to reach her clitoris--always so near, I like to think, but really always so far--but otherwise avoids any contact with me. The wide brim of my conical head Donald consider suing the doctor who circumcised him in infancy. He knows I look like I should be ripped out of the ground and sautéed.

I'm the mushroom penis inside Do Nothing Donald's scratchy tighty-whities. I'm flacid and greasy and entangled in wiry pubes. If penises were facial expressions, I would be a frown. Nobody wants to see me and I bring no one pleasure. Mainly, I just piss a lot. Ivanka occasionally let's me dribble inside her as I try to reach her clitoris--always so near, I like to think, but really always so far--but otherwise avoids any contact with me. The wide brim of my conical head makes Donald consider suing the doctor who circumcised him in infancy. He knows I look like I should be ripped out of the ground and sautéed.