ROMNEY/TRUMP Star In "What Happens In Vegas"
Im Mitt Romney, bitches, and Im all you got left.
So, on the night I sewed it up, I went and hung with Trump. So what? You got a problem with that? Here, let me lay a couple hundred thou on you and make that problem go away. You think its going to matter in a week? A month? Or, as we figure things in the campaign, 9000 commercials from now? Give me a freaking break. George F. Will is puzzled by why Im hanging out with Trump? What do I hope to gain? Let me clear it up for you, George. Right now, I could go to California tomorrow, hang out with Charlie Manson at Corcoran for a few hours, and come away with the buck-and-a-half a week he makes folding sheets in the prison laundry. We could both carve Xs in our foreheads and call in the AP for a photo op. Watch this: HELLLLLTER SKELLLLTER! SHE COMIN DOWN FAST! You think its more than a one-day story, a bunch of people I wouldnt hire to clean out the dressage barns mouthing off on TV about what I hoped to gain from associating with crazy-ass mass murderers? You keep worrying about LaRussas bullpen, or that 36-ounce Mizuno youve had stuck up your ass since the Carter Administration, and you let me worry about what I hope to gain from things. I remember guys like you from prep school, hanging back while guys like me did the real work of bullying the people who didnt look like me. Back up on the roof rack, George. Well be in Ontario in no time
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