Due to the plagiaristic tendencies of the Trump family during the Republican National Convention (RNC), it's quite possible Donald's speech on Thursday night will go a little something like this:
"Good evening ladies and germs,
Can you hear me now? Good. I have a dream. I wish I was a little bit taller. I wish I was a baller. I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her. I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a six four Impala. Men are from Mars, women are from Venus. Bros before hos. You better check yo self before you wreck yo self. There is no such thing as a stupid question. To be or not to be - that is the question. Love conquers all. Love and marriage, love and marriage, it's the institute you can't disparage. Third time's a charm. Honesty is the best policy. I like big butts and I cannot lie. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. Patience is a virtue. Good things come to those who wait. The only two guarantees in life are death and taxes. Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you? Do you feel lucky, punk? You can't have your cake and eat it too. Nothing tastes like bacon but bacon. You have nothing to fear but fear itself. I see dead people. Hasta la vista, baby!"
"Good evening ladies and germs,
Can you hear me now? Good. I have a dream. I wish I was a little bit taller. I wish I was a baller. I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her. I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a six four Impala. Men are from Mars, women are from Venus. Bros before hos. You better check yo self before you wreck yo self. There is no such thing as a stupid question. To be or not to be - that is the question. Love conquers all. Love and marriage, love and marriage, it's the institute you can't disparage. Third time's a charm. Honesty is the best policy. I like big butts and I cannot lie. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. Patience is a virtue. Good things come to those who wait. The only two guarantees in life are death and taxes. Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you? Do you feel lucky, punk? You can't have your cake and eat it too. Nothing tastes like bacon but bacon. You have nothing to fear but fear itself. I see dead people. Hasta la vista, baby!"
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