Dear Trump,
Game, set, match. Next time, don't bring a knife to a gunfight. Yeah, we know how much you want to be the center of attention, but what happens when your wish is fulfilled? You didn't expect to get served tRUMP roast at the White House Correspondence Dinner, did you? You took it on the chin for a hot minute, then it got deep! As you sat there simmering in your own juices with your lips poked out, President Obama and host Seth Myers took it to your ass so hard, it would be virtually impossible for anybody to take you seriously. And the beauty of it all is that it happened in front all of the real players. To put it succinctly, you're done. Game over, thanks for playing!
Once again,
The Blacks
