thing. This highly incensed the treants, so
they had an impromptu confab to discuss
whether to count her rings or just
hew her for fire wood to warm
the cockles of their heartwood. Ultimately deciding
she just wasn't worth it, they would
instead propose to hold a future conference
to decide when to hold a meeting
on whether they should engaged themselves in
this punic course of action at all.
While they were discussing this, Star Jones
devoured the citizenry of a small country,
to win a bet with Meridith Vieira
that she could best Rosie O'donnell at
any contest of foreign landmass power eating.
Donald Trump had a line on Rosie
and had her stuffed and mounted. "Whoa,
taxidermitating enemies is a top shelf experience."
, exclaimed the well-coiffed one. "Only the most
high profile nutjobs can afford such extravagant
and luxurious, as well as monstrously expensive,
stuffing jobs; as stuffing jobs go, THIS
ROCKS LIKE AN EARTH ELEMENTAL AT A
HARD CORE - wait! Why am I shouting?
Oh, yeah; I'm Robin Leach!!!" he exclaimed.
So he started talking about his house
, which is filled to the rafters with
champagne corks and empty cans of caviar.
When he tripped over a turkey carcass,
a huge mound of 100-dollar bills softened
by his butt rolling over them, cushioned
by mounds of gelatinous gibbering mouther flesh
made an interesting squish sound on impact.
"What was that?", asked the grimlock loremasters
of no one in particular. No answer
seemed forthcoming, so they prepared for the
worst - after all, The Donald might possibly
invite Martha Stewart and Derek Jeter over
for tea, crumpets, and to yell "You're
Fired" jokes over and over to the
frightened staff, who stand at attention for
no real reason, other than they enjoy
being humiliated by rich megalomaniacal snobs with
names like "Skipper," and "Solange," and "Biffers,"
(don't gemme started on their drowish nicknames!)
Then Donald dons his humanskin smoking jacket,
settles onto his throne and lights up
the world's biggest, longest, most luxurious hand-rolled
humanskin cigar. Stuffed with olives and bleucheese
the souls of the departed screaming as
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