Baby Man of Orange..and my uncle..
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. ☝️😑
Hm……….😑🖕
