Donald Trump rents a room for his mistress on the second floor of a noisy and cluttered family home. Her ceiling is only 5 feet high, so Donald hunches over and talks to her awkwardly from the doorway.
We are looking for our lost cat when my daughter loses our remaining cat. As I speak to her sternly, we pass Donald Trump doing up his right shoe. He tells me to CALM DOWN because she is doing the best she can. I calm down.