#cheetobandito

My family actually shares a wee-bit of history with our “esteemed” POTUS…

(And by “esteemed”.. I mean..meh..)

Back in the..oh..mid 90s, Baby Man of Orange opened up a new casino in Indio, CA. Called “Trump 29”.

My late uncle and late aunt went there to its grand opening. They loved going to casinos and had luck up the yin-yang at these places.

So any rate, after some slot and Blackjack action, my uncle had to go take leak and heads into the nearest john.

While my uncle stands at the urinal to do his biz, in walks a guy in a suit, and takes the pisser next to my uncle. Low and behold, it’s the Baby Man of Orange himself. They share a casual greeting and continue. (By casual greeting they probably nodded at each other, acknowledging each other’s existence) They each finish up, wash up and leave. Of course my uncle is telling my aunt, “Guess who I shared a piss with..?”

And that is our family’s closest brush with the Baby Man of Orange. ☝️😑

and he remembers his little niece in the new vegas area and wonders how she’s doing

until the courier somehow manages to rampage all the way into the commonwealth with madame punch-a-lot in tow and passes through sanctuary

and everyone is freaked out when danse’s face lights up and he runs up and hugs this strange potato sack lady, who evidently does not even remember who the hell this guy is until it’s verbally explained to her