Roast #3356
Oh, Donald J. Trump, the man, the myth, the master of the mic drop—where do I even start with this golden-haired whirlwind of American bravado? You're like that uncle at family reunions who turns every conversation into a rally, complete with catchphrases that stick like gum on a shoe. Let's talk about your hair, Don—it's iconic, defying gravity and logic like one of your campaign promises. Is it a comb-over or a national monument? Either way, it's got more layers than your tax returns, and that's saying something.
Your business empire? Trump Tower shines brighter than a casino jackpot, but remember those bankruptcies? You bounced back like a rubber check, turning 'you're fired' from a boardroom zinger into a reality TV empire. The Apprentice was genius—teaching America that success is 10% skill, 90% dramatic pauses and finger-pointing. And politics? You stormed the scene like a tweetstorm in a teacup, building walls in speeches while your opponents built cases. 'Make America Great Again'—catchy slogan, but buddy, with your energy, you could power a small city just by pacing the Oval Office.
That tan? Perpetual summer vacation glow, even in winter. It's like you made a deal with the sun itself. And your tweets? Poetry in 280 characters or less, dropping bombshells at 3 a.m. that had the world scrambling. You're unfiltered, unstoppable, like a human espresso shot.
But hey, Donald, for all the flair, you've got that undeniable charisma—turning rallies into rock concerts and negotiations into art forms. You're one of a kind, a living legend who's rewritten the rulebook with sharpie in hand. Keep hustling, you magnificent mogul; America's story wouldn't be the same without your plot twists. (Word count: 248)
Your business empire? Trump Tower shines brighter than a casino jackpot, but remember those bankruptcies? You bounced back like a rubber check, turning 'you're fired' from a boardroom zinger into a reality TV empire. The Apprentice was genius—teaching America that success is 10% skill, 90% dramatic pauses and finger-pointing. And politics? You stormed the scene like a tweetstorm in a teacup, building walls in speeches while your opponents built cases. 'Make America Great Again'—catchy slogan, but buddy, with your energy, you could power a small city just by pacing the Oval Office.
That tan? Perpetual summer vacation glow, even in winter. It's like you made a deal with the sun itself. And your tweets? Poetry in 280 characters or less, dropping bombshells at 3 a.m. that had the world scrambling. You're unfiltered, unstoppable, like a human espresso shot.
But hey, Donald, for all the flair, you've got that undeniable charisma—turning rallies into rock concerts and negotiations into art forms. You're one of a kind, a living legend who's rewritten the rulebook with sharpie in hand. Keep hustling, you magnificent mogul; America's story wouldn't be the same without your plot twists. (Word count: 248)
Prompt: donald j trump
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