“I will deal with my front grass like a driving reach,” he undermined. “Try not to leave your vehicle on the road except if you need your windshield broke.”

“Since I don’t have confidence in a worldwide temperature alteration, I won’t reuse,” he included. “I’ll simply throw my unfilled Diet Cokes over the fence and into your yard.”

Sparing his most chilling danger for last, Trump cautioned, “When I move to suburbia, I will be taking Don, Jr., and Kimberly Guilfoyle with me. So you can kiss your valuable harmony and calm farewell, rural suckers, and washouts.”