Bigly, biggliest, biggerly. Raving lunatic.

She is so desperate for attention.

Happiest of birthdays to you.

Is that some horribly weird take on a Cornish Pasty or, I can’t even contemplate this, a plate of (ahem) croissants? Dry pasta that someone’s added shampoo to in one corner? I mean, it’s giving “no thank you, don’t give” all round.

That should be ‘large yet fragile egos’.

And it’s such a sweeter place.

Loved every, PTSD, minute of it.

What a president she would have been, on national and global stages.