ROCKY BALBOA, THE TRUMPET, AND THE BEST FUCKING HOT DOG IN THE WORLD!

My friend Sly Stallone was in Florida when he got a call from Donald J. Trump. Sly knew the Trumpet and the Trumpet asked him to come to his mansion in Palm Beach for lunch.

Sly liked the Trumpet and said sure. Donald was waiting for him when he got there and asked Sly if he could show him around the beautiful estate.

Sly said sure and the Trumpet asked if he wanted a hot dog. Sly, a gracious man, said sure, why not?

French chef hot dog

The Trumpet disappeared and reappeared a few minutes later with two hot dogs on silver plates.

“You won’t believe it,” the Trumpet said, “it’s gonna be the best hot dog you’ve ever eaten. It’s going to be the best fucking hot dog in the fucking world.”

Sly bit into it and said, “That’s a great hot dog.”

“No.” the Trumpet said, “that’s not a great hot dog. That’s the best damn fucking hot dog in the world.”

Sly grinned and bit into the hot dog again and said “It’s great, Donald.”

And the Trumpet said again, “No, it’s not great. It’s the best hot dog in the whole world. Don’t you agree Sly?”

Sly said, “Yeah, it’s great. It’s really great.”

The Trumpet said, “No. Let me get the chef.”

Sly said, “What?”

The Trumpet said, “I’ll be right back.” he reappeared five minutes later and with him was a little Frenchman in a chef’s outfit.

The Trumpet introduced them and said to the chef, “Tell him you make the best fucking hot dog in the world.”

The chef smiled and said to Sly, “Yes, Mr. Rocky. I make the best hot dog in the world.” Sly said, “Well, it’s a really great hot dog.”

The Trumpet said to the chef, “No, tell him it is the best hot dog in the world.”

The chef smiled and said, “Yes, Mr. Rocky. Best hot dog in the world!”

“Yeah, well, okay,” Sly said, “it’s a really great hot dog.”

The Trumpet grinned and said to his Chef, “It is. You make the best hot dog in the world.”

Sly shook hands with the Chef, who went back into his kitchen, smiling, and then the Trumpet said to Sly, “See? I told you it was the best hot dog in the world.”

Sly just shook his head and laughed.

So I said to Sly after he told me the story, “What kind of president do you think Donald Trump would make?”

And Sly grinned and said, “The best. Everybody would be afraid to fuck with him. If he said it was the best hot dog in the world, then by God it was going to be the best hot dog in the world.”

“Was it the best hot dog in the world?” I asked Sly.

Sly said, “No. But it was really really good.”