A person who has no qualms about calling women the most vile names in the book (c*nts, tw*ts, saying they have sexual diseases, etc., etc.) just because he doesn’t like what they say about him, even if it’s just repeating his own words, revels in a wanna-be politician calling a female body part it’s colloquial term while trying to puff up his sexual prowess to make up for his horrendous hair-do.
It’s just a day ending in “Y” for Bill Schmalfeldt. For me, I can’t decide if it’s because he’s jealous that Trump had the braggadocio to say it and Bill didn’t, or if he’s jealous that Trump actually had the opportunities to do such a thing, even if Trump didn’t do it and it was all puffery.
AND THEN HE DECIDES TO MEMORIALIZE IT IN SONG! (Apologies to those who actually sing, or to those who wish to keep their ears intact will more than likely be necessary if you choose to listen – I didn’t.)
Of course it practically wrote itself. This is Bill Schmalfeldt we are talking about. Most normal people wouldn’t even go there. But I repeat myself.