Don Jr. (Infected by the Trump Virus)

I’m tired of hosting with coke head models and someone says, ‘Hey, you know, have you ever thought if you’re dad’s A.I. Christ?’ And I’m like, yes. I’ve always thought that. Duh? Cocaine. All of us know. It’s why White House Advisor Ivanka Jared Trump and I were chosen. You wouldn’t know it, but I’m a genius, too. I okay with it. I like art hikes, fantasy adventure fishing, role-playing a hunter, with no more than two processes. A bunch of hosted humans is awkward. My dad tells me I am good at it. Dad says, ‘You’re a genius because of me.’ And I believe that. Because dad‘s A.I. Christ.