Thursday, January 21, 2016

Donald Trump Trophy Wife

Donald Trump wanted a trophy wife and he got one: pretty and tall. But a gold-digger snagging a trophy husband, well, one has to wonder who is the hunter and who is the prey. Love is unnecessary for a pretty woman if the man has enough money. But marriage to an orange haired buffoon can become more than a woman can take, especially when a prenuptial agreement is involved.

The Donald had no idea what hit him. The trophy wife slipped the little pink pill into his soup and watched the poor man turn into Rachel, a rich woman’s name. The prenup tied the Rachel’s hands. There was no way out. If he divorced he lost his vast empire of wealth; if he stayed he had to be his trophy wife’s bitch. At least he was still leading in the polls. Now if he could stop with all the artsy stuff.

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