Bertha caught the interview with Trump and reporter Terry Moran, another good bugger she admires. Bertha wants a word with Trump to see if he can tell if the photos of him, Putin and Musk in a menage a trois were real or photo shop. Here is the kicker, they are real in the sense that all three were at one time playing patty cake together. The tats Donald hides from the public show his ties to the Nazis. Terry, I believe this is where you come in and say Thank You to us, for your next interview. The BBC did an expose on Donald back in 2016 that was all about Trump in his younger days in boarding school.
Nothing like archives to have your back, eh Bertha. Bertha has had her share of tats too, though nothing to link her to any form of hate groups. Oh, to the contrary, the minx has a little tat on her…. ahem, we won’t expose her personal info, just use your imagination. We like her “shag me reckless” ourselves. We noticed her hoof has Fuck on one, and Trump on the other. Oh, should we cower in fear of an ICE raid, after all we did diss the bastard.
Bertha likes tats. She likes men with tats. Men can wear them as they age and still look hot. Dames, not so much. Putin will have a terrible time as he ages. He placed them in the wrong spot, and no amount of “cover me up” will change that. Musk has a few more good years before they go south. Bertha got her first one and made the mistake of flinching. It wasn’t supposed to read “oops, I wet em.” but it does, so now trying to cover that up, she tries to ignore it.
The issue Moran ran into with Trump wasn’t the tats, the question is how could he push an assumption? He never did deny his romp with Putin, so we ask again, was it live or Memorex? Since nobody has come forward to deny it, we think it might have had wings. The question is if that is true, where does that place Elon in the mix?
Puppy swears he has seen photo shopped pictures of the three in very compromising positions. Patty Cake was involved, and we hear so were London Bridges Going Down. Thanks, Puppy, for that, always up for a good bit of gossip. The questions are many on this, and nobody wants to claim them. That adds mystery doesn’t it. The little tart, or Queen of Tarts. They will never tell.
The problem with photo shop is that some humans come off like plastic cut outs. Sheep like to see people breathing, making sure they have not passed out. Bertha got herself put into a photo with her favorite sleepy Joe. Nothing too randy or that Jill would demand a weave war. This was tasteful, nobody was asleep or drooling. Everyone was in black, not navy and those sitting nearby were all proper. Bertha likes Joe, and Barack, Bill, that cute little Zelinski fella. Those are people she could see herself hanging with. and if she got tats, those along with her other favorite rap god, would be front and center. They would all be in good company.
So, the question remains, can you be sure you are seeing an actual photo or is it photo shopped? Bertha has been fooled. AI has caught her off guard when she dared to fool with Facebook. For the last time she is not everyone’s ATM. Those pesky scammers can Naff off. Damned AI faking people, their voices too. Though we do think we caught Putin and Trump doing a tango when they were not paying attention. Just putting it out there. The girl left Facebook, she left it all behind her. Now she gets her kicks on Route 66.
Trump kept trying to switch the narrative telling Moran what he thought he saw were gang symbols. Ah but were they really? Perhaps the man forgets his bank code, so he has tats. Bertha has forgotten hers and thought about doing that. Or maybe he uses a padlock. We shall never know, but one thing is for sure, one cannot assume nor believe everything they see or hear. Puppy is in the background having a go with a squash, and yes that isn’t AI. You need to pick and choose what you choose to believe.
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