Once I dreamed I was in a concentration camp where only orange were given as food. There was a golden factory with a long line of orange-fattened prisoners filing into it. I peeked inside and saw a man in a tub. Geishas were pouring orange liquid all over him. He screamed "More juice!". I thought, "So that's how Trump keeps his color."


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