After his big primary win in Arizona on Tuesday, Donald Trump was on the phone with his good friend and political advisor, Bill Clinton.
Clinton – “Hey, Bud. Congrats on Arizona.”
Trump – “Yea, thanks. Do you believe this crap? I’m unstoppable. I’m like a god.”
Clinton – “Hold on there, Bud. You’re not God. This is eight years of Catholic school talking.”
Trump – “I didn’t say I was God, but a god. People just worship and adore me!”
Clinton – “Yea, your peeps just love their Trump.”
Trump – “Bill, what if in the next few months I actually get enough delegates to win this thing. Should I then just say I’ve changed my mind? That it was an experiment to see how far I could get? A way to prove I was the greatest salesman of all-time?”
Clinton – “Buddy, you are locked in. You just have to accept the nomination and have some good old fun with Hill. Don’t’ worry. She’ll try not to make a complete fool out of you in the debates.”
Trump – “I spoke with my doctor, you know, Harold, about verifying that I’ve come down with some incurable disease. What do you think about that?”
Clinton – “Nah. Better to just go all the way and let Hill have the biggest landslide in history. She will just be pleased as punch!”
Trump – “ Eight more months of this horsesh_t? I’m getting a little tired you know.”
Clinton – “But you’re a god! Ha! It won’t be so bad. Enjoy it!”
Trump – “ Alright. But tell Hill to go easy on me. No crap about my tax returns, OK?”
Clinton – “You got it, Bud. Now you know I just bought a new driver – the TaylorMade M2? Can’t wait to try it out this weekend.”
Trump – “Meet you at the club at nine Saturday.”
Clinton – “Tell me, is that sh_t about Cruz and the five mistresses true?”
Trump – “Who knows? If you were a woman would you want to screw that miskayt loser?”
Clinton – “Touche!”
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