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No. What I would do is remove the railings.
Supposedly, he has a 'thing' about always having a railing for stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs I'd have a Russian hooker who looked like Ivanka. And her special skill would be pissing on freaky, old white men. She goes by Moscow Moist.
President Con Man would start to move to her but when he reaches his little baby hands out to grab the rail he'll come up empty. Overtaken by fear, he'll lose control of his spindly legs and tumble down the stairs. Arms and hair flying, bouncing of the gold encrusted marble, finally landing in a heap at the bottom.
And as he lay there, barely conscious, I'd have Moscow Moist drop a big Number One all over his battered, orange head. Then I'd bring in the Mariachi band just for fun.
Not that I've fantasized about this or anything.
Supposedly, he has a 'thing' about always having a railing for stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs I'd have a Russian hooker who looked like Ivanka. And her special skill would be pissing on freaky, old white men. She goes by Moscow Moist.
President Con Man would start to move to her but when he reaches his little baby hands out to grab the rail he'll come up empty. Overtaken by fear, he'll lose control of his spindly legs and tumble down the stairs. Arms and hair flying, bouncing of the gold encrusted marble, finally landing in a heap at the bottom.
And as he lay there, barely conscious, I'd have Moscow Moist drop a big Number One all over his battered, orange head. Then I'd bring in the Mariachi band just for fun.
Not that I've fantasized about this or anything.