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Donald Trump is many things: captain of industry, prime promoter of self, political colossus in the making, and gadfly extraordinaire. A man not only of many talents, but also acquired nicknames.
Before he became “The Donald” he was known as “The Trump.” That sobriquet was a spin off from a succession of labels from his early days, long before he became a household name.
Like when he hit puberty, the young Trump would have a go at anything with some estrogen and a pulse, thus he was known as “The Hump.”
Coupled with his sexual awakening was a desire to wear women’s clothing, especially his dowdy old grandmother’s clothes, earning him the mark “The Frump.”
And those small hands of his must have meant something at one time, for all the guys in the gym locker knew him as “The Stump.”
Before he could refine those awful nicknames to “The Trump,” he had to deal with one last unfortunate tag: “The Dump,” which arose from a volcanic bowel movement he unleashed in a public restroom while attending Military Academy.
Sadly — and at the worst time, election season — he might be tormented from another rhyming nickname, if rumors of Mr. Trump’s failings in the bedroom have a whiff of truth: “The Pump.”
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