This is probably the worst moment in history, what with these revelations about the banality of Donald Trump’s sex life, particularly the narcissism of having an adult film actress spanking him with a copy of Forbes on whose cover he appears. This is aside from cheating on his wife.
HE KEPT SHOWING ME HE WAS ON THE COVER OF A MAGAZINE THAT HAD JUST COME OUT AND IT WAS SOME SORT OF MONEY MAGAZINE, I WISH I COULD REMEMBER WHICH ONE IT WAS. BUT HE HAD IT IN THE ROOM AND HE KEPT SHOWING IT TO ME AND I WAS LIKE, “DUDE, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.” HE WAS TRYING TO SELL ME, I GUESS. THE FIRST TIME I MET HIM, THE FIRST COUPLE OF HOURS, HE WAS VERY FULL OF HIMSELF, LIKE HE WAS TRYING TO IMPRESS ME OR SOMETHING. BUT I DO REMEMBER HE JUST KEPT TALKING ABOUT THIS MAGAZINE THAT HE WAS ON THE COVER OF, LIKE, “LOOK AT THIS MAGAZINE, DON’T I LOOK GREAT ON THE COVER?”
It does give one pause about what one does in life and what value one places on it, particularly in terms of wealth or its absence.