What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?

How on Earth, or the Canis Major Dwarf Galaxy and Lower Temecula, are we going to possibly tell ALL the jokes coming from the flood of juicy options happening everyday at the new American administration?

This is what keeps us up at night, that and throwing our shit on the walls like right-proper monkeys. Y’know, the classy ones who wear monocles, formal dinner jackets, and have spare shit to throw around. Because I’ll tell you what, in this shit-based economy having enough spare shit to wastefully throw it at walls is a sign, right? Yeah, it says that we, right proper monkeys, are king moneys. Can’t tell? Here, have my shit, I got plenty. No no no, I gave my fair share to the head shit-man. You can’t say I didn’t. No no no. This, right here, is extra shit. That’s why these computers here are mine, because I got them covered in my shit. Go on, smell it. You know it’s mine ’cause it’s got that earthy aroma with hints of lavender, peony, pig knuckle, and shit. Those computers are where we type all our trump jokes, when they ain’t covered in shit.

The problem with a Trump presidency isn’t that it’s hard to make jokes. Oh no, in fact we got a good one coming out about that old eeny-meeny miney-moe rhyme, with the Tiger’s toe. We turned that into a pretty blatant metaphor for America’s position swap in the Ukraine. Oh what?!? Ukraine were just milling about, wanting to get invaded? Sure they were lads, just like tigers really want Eeny, Meeny, Miney, & Moe to catch their toes. It’s all bollocks innit?

Well, that’s the mountain of shit we’re trying to climb. And don’t you lot worry. We’ll climb this pile of shit coming from the American presidential office of shit, ’cause we’re mad fit monkeys what throws their shit on any wall we see.

Imagine this, you guys know that old saying about the low hanging fruit and all that? Now imagine that tree, just for argument’s sake let’s call it the, uh, the Tree of Trump Jokes, imagine that tree bears all it’s fruit on the very bottom branches. Not only is the fruit low, but ALL the fruit are low hanging. They’s easy, right? Like, anyone could pluck a fruit yeah, and make a good joke. Now this tree, doesn’t just bear fruit on the bottom branch. Oh no. These fruits, they’re big, juicy fuckers. Real juicy. Good jokes. Everyone of ’em. But that’s not all, and this is what you’ve got to understand about the American Trump presidency. Is that with him in charge, all the trees bear fruit, on the lowest branches, AND they’re big juicy fruit. But! And here’s the kicker y’all. These fruit, right, they get up OFF the feckin’ branches and walk right up to my door, they do. And they knock every morning. “Hey, you satirical shit-throwing right-proper king monkeys, we’ve got more jokes and we’re tasty. Hurry up though! There’s plenty more of us just minutes away!!!”

So, what are we worried about? Not that we won’t have anything to joke about, but that we’ll regularly miss most of the jokes.

Until then, I guess we better wipe all the shit off all these computers and start randomly typing until we have enough jokes. That’s just how right-proper, shit-throwing monkeys do bruv.