Wife was at the counter, checking out a customer, and engaging in a little small talk, when they from down the aisle,
“Finally, a president with balls”…. said the dim bulb Maglodyte, knuckledragger, interrupting their conversation as he approached the counter.
Quick as a wink, my wife answered, “Yeah, it’s too bad they’re in his mouth tho, and they belong to Vladimir Putin”
….. My Girl!!