There was a terrible storm. The lightening was flashing. The thunder was
thundering. The rain was coming down in sheets. And it is very late at
night. There is a man in bed who hears a knocking at his door. He says,
"Who the hell could this be this late at night in this weather?" He gets
out of bed and goes to his front door and opens it. Donald Trump is
standing there and the man asks, "What do you want anyway?"
Donald Trump says, "I need a push."
The man says, "If you think I'm coming out in this weather this time of
night to give you a push you are completely nuts." He then slams the
door in Donald's face. When he gets back to bed his wife asks, "What was
that all about?"
The man says, "It was that wack job, Donald Trump. He had the nerve to
tell me that he needs a push."
The man's wife then says, "Now dear, do you remember that time a few
months ago when our car broke down in the middle of nowhere? We would
have been in real trouble if some kind person had not stopped to help us."
The man says, "Oh, I suppose you're right. Now I feel guilty. I guess
I'll see what I can do for him."
So he pulls on his galoshes. He pulls on his raincoat. He pulls on his
rain hat and gets his umbrella and goes to the front door and opens it.
The lightening is still flashing. The thunder is still thundering. And
the rain is still pouring down in sheets. He yells, "Are you still there?"
From a distance he hears the voice of Donald Trump yelling back, "Yeees!"
The man then shouts over the thunder, "Where are you?"
From the distance he barely hears between thundr claps Donald Trump
shout, "Back here... on the swing."
