Trump trying to appeal to the maoist demographic

(I gasp awake, clutching my chest after quitting weed cold turkey)

Gf: Again?

Me: I felt the orcs blade pierce my heart as my elven kin died

Her: Helms deep isn’t real baby

(I reach for my bong)

Her: No! The job search!

Me: You weren’t there! Some things is bigger than jobs

(Chuckling to myself) sorry groyper.. the soybeard gets the girl in the end. Right babe?

Breadwinning girlfriend muting her work call: What?

Me: look at what this groyper said to me on twit-

Her: Stop. (Unmuting) sorry Ted my son’s cocomelon turned off. We’re good for Florida?