A sagging, scrotoform pouch of loose skin that dangles from the chin.
I’ve had this word in my pocket for a few years now. But I’ve avoided posting it. I don’t like making negative comments about someone’s appearance. It’s not nice. It’s harmful. And it’s cheap. I’m fine assassinating someone’s character or their ideas. I believe with every ounce of blood in my heart that mean, shitty people should be derided for their mean’n’shittiness. But looks? Eh. It’s classless.
But then I see a hateful, thin-skinned bully like Donald Trump. I watch as he lies and preens and pukes his hatreds and blistering stupidities, and I just can’t help myself. I am not so morally evolved as to withstand the lure of such a big, soft, wobbly target.
As much as it hurts to watch such a vile person be so cruel, so often, to so many… and always with a big ol’ smile, it delights me in the most vulgar of ways to see that pouch of flesh dangle from his stupid fucking face like a set of neon truck nuts.
Call me cruel. Call me childish. I accept that.
But Donald Trump has a nutsack on his face. And that will never not be funny.