by Donald Trump's Hairpiece
I Quit. Or, in words you may better understand, YOU'RE FIRED!
After many years of your pointless banter I am leaving you. It's time to face the facts; you're LAME, you have no friends, you look like...what?...80 years old now, you've managed to lose in a fight with Rosie O'Donnell, and, to put it simply...YOU SUCK!
It's time to act your age, put on a diaper and shine that bald head of yours. To be honest, I think you're hurting my image so I'm going away to hang out with some dreads I met in Jamaica.
A word of advice: Make some new friends...if you can.
(And booze doesn't count.)
Sincerly,
Your hairpiece
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