Donald Trump has won the endorsement of Chris Christie, the governor of New Jersey, and a fat

tub of guts.

Christie is the same garbage state bucket of lard who hugged Barack Obama to his jello

like frame in 2012, thus giving a radical third rate president his cholesterol-laced impromotor

in the midst of a hard fought election campaign.

This time, Christie hauled his double-wide backside to the podium to give his blubbery

support to a dishonest proto-fascist who six months ago he said wasn't suited to be president

of the United States.

The thunder-thighed Christie proclaimed to a cheering crowd, quote, I never met a marbled

slab of beef I didn't like, and so I've decided to endorse Donald Trump.

Now, Governor Christie might say to me, hey, Andrew, what kind of lowlife stoops to

cheap personal insults instead of explaining his disagreements over policy in a forceful

but rational and informed manner, to which I would say to the governor, exactly, what

kind of lowlife does that?

And why did you endorse him?

Yeah, Fatshmuck.

Trigger warning, I'm Andrew Clayvin, and this is the Andrew Clayvin show.

That was a nice, come on, come on, now we're just getting mean, we're getting low, we're

all turning into, we're all Donald Trump now, you know, it's, so it's leap day, it's

leap day, February 29th, that means that everything is backwards, women can propose to men

and men can complain about how badly they're treated, it's like everything changes, everything

changes, roles.

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