At the Gridiron Feast, jests 'bout Cap'n Trump, Musk the Mad, and the Ruski scallywags be flyin' thick as cannonballs!
2025-03-16
Arrr, matey! The great Captain Trump be missin’ from the hullabaloo of the D.C. shindig, lettin’ all them jests and jibes fly by like cannonballs in a storm! Aye, the scallywags had a right ol’ time without him!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather ‘round and lend me yer ears, fer I be spin a yarn ‘bout the grand festivities o’ D.C. where the landlubbers gathered to toss barbs and jests like cannonballs on the high seas! Aye, ‘twas a time fer merry-making, where the jesters be crackin’ wise and takin’ aim at the powers that be.But lo and behold, one grand captain was missin’ from the ship o’ merriment—none other than the infamous President Trump! Aye, while the crew be throwin’ their sharpest quips, he be sailin’ far and wide, not hearin’ a one of their jests. Perhaps he be chartin’ a course to treasure, or maybe he just be avoidin’ the hullabaloo o’ landlubbers with their pokes and prods.