Vladolf Putler is a Lebensraum-hogging megalomaniac who has isolated himself from reality into his bunker. He has surrounded himself with weak yes-men who conform this sociopath's delusional thoughts such as a nuke-horny midget named Medvedev. When Vlad's mission inevitably fails, this former office rat certainly doesn't kill himself like his Aryan counterpart Adolf Hitler did, no way, he doesn't have balls for it, someone else has to do this pest control job, regarding his cronies as well.
Sufferings and deaths just continue in Ukraine, but the grandpa in his bunker doesn't care because his own ass isn't in danger, yet...
A group of white women, with an unhealthy obsession of Matt Lanter and his eyes. Tend to have a right wing political leaning. Multiple holes offend them. Cult like status.
Pastimes include:
- Trying to get people fired from their jobs by stalking them on social media, then contacting their boss.
- Running multiple shame accounts.
- Begging people for money to "save" a dead ass TV show.
An elected official who hides in an underground, concreteroom instead of listening to constituents.
Dude 1: There are a couple hundred peaceful protestors walking up Pennsylvania Ave. Where’s bunkerboy? He should see and hear this.
Dude 2: He ran to the basement - he wants to spend some alone time with his twitter feed.
The fictional place to which one withdraws when they are either tired or fed up with Trump's antics, especially over social media.
There's been so many idiotic presidential tweets and backlash that I need to just retire to a Trump bunker to get away for a while. (Aka, avoid social media).