Once again, Allan, the president has redefined “being presidential”:
After too many Easter eggs, he also complained about his sore tummy wummy. He still calls John Kelly his mussy-fussy staffy-waffy, but only in private did he call Ms. Hicks dopey Hopey. And this started long before that silly-nilly Billy heard him say “grab their pussy wussies.”
But I can’t wait for Stormy to submit Trump’s Depends as evidence of their encounter— which he calls POTUS panties for his widdle piddle. Better than “the blue dress”, there’s DNA from pee-pee, poopy, and spermy-wormy!