Exposé Part XIV: Stormy Weather Forecasts Jared's Disposability

High atop 666 5th Avenue, the Advil bottle's depletion surmised the dumbfounded air of the Kushner penthouse.

"Disposable? Are you fucking kidding me?!?" Jared Kushner asked his father Charles, who was caressing the moist towelette that gently nestled upon his pounding forehead.

"It doesn't matter, Jared. The loonies have come out to play. Do you think that there's a soul in the world thinking about you when those boobs and snatches are doing our job for us? ...And let's not forget about Stormy."

"Jared, don't worry about it. We've got Cohen, Giuliani, Vekselberg, Hannity, Pruitt and of course, Stormy Daniels...God Bless Her! & her numb-nut attorney Avenatti. It's cute that you sparked up that Prison Reform Bill btw but I don't think you've got anything to worry about anymore," Charles Kushner said as he lifted of his moist towel to wink at his son.

"It's not the way we planned it but it'll work-out alright. Have some Advil."

"Why Pruitt," Jared asked his father, "and what's with Hannity's face? How bright is his studio and how much crap is in his face?"

"Where do you think all of those meetings happened? It was all under Pruitt's Cone of Silence! Who's gonna suspect the EPA? & I think that's how he came up with World Fart Day."

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