Okay, I know, I said I wasn’t doing politics here until after the election, but I was stuck in a car, by myself, driving through through the darkness and heading past L A and beyond, and the thing is… (we all knew there would be a thing in here somewhere)… that, in those circumstances, it is hard not to dwell on the simmering anger that stems from that orange baboon-man. Also, I am not filtering these in any way. This is just an insight into the way my crack squirrel-infested cranium works.
Anyway, here is the thought that popped, unbidden, into my head:
I wonder if we are going to hear breaking news accusing Trump of buying a baby beauty pageant… and then walking in on babies while they are being changed.
(This reminds me of an old joke: How many psychiatrists does it take to change a baby? Only one… but the bay has to really want to change)…
Pouring My Art Out 
That’s a curious thought about walking in on them.
Not sure I am familiar with the psychiatrists joke. Kindly enlighten.
I don’t know how to explain it better… psychiatrists try to change people… babies need their diapers changed…
Okay. That should do. Thank you.
I am here to help
How far would you go?
Anything short of full frontal nudity
*sighs
HA!
Having changed a baby lots of times, I can tell you it’s not something anyone should want to walk on.
did I do a typo?