Let me tell you something about Donald Trump. We were best friends in middle school. I know right, it's SO embarrassing. I don't even- whatever. So then 8th grade, I started to hang out with my first squirrelfriend Hillary Clinton, who was totally fabulous but she moved to DC, and Trump was like weirdly jealous of her. Like if I would blow him off to listen to her speak, he'd be like, "why didn't you support my idea?". And I'd be like, "why are you so ignorant about America's needs?". So then for my birthday party, which was an all democrat pool party, I was like, "Donald, I can't invite you because I think you're a racist, bigoted republican". I mean, I couldn't have a racist at my party, there were gonna be democrats there with their human rights. I mean right, he was a REPUBLICAN. So then his mom called my mom and started yelling at her and it was so retarded. And then he dropped out of politics because nobody would talk to him. And when he came back in the fall for the presidential election, all of his hair was badly combed to the side and was totally orange and was totally weird, and now I guess he's trying to build a wall.