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Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin, picked up his daily briefing notebook, and excitedly wrote “Mr. Donald McDonald” over and over in giant jagged cursive inside just to see what it looked like. Until tomorrow.

Dang.

Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and paused to wonder how many other Americans, at that exact moment, were also enjoying an Egg McMuffin? So, he called Big Balls. Until tomorrow.

Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and invited his nominee for CDC director, Dave Weldon, in to report on what he’d learned about the cholesterol hoax. “What cholesterol hoax?” asked Weldon, until he recalled, “Oh, the cholesterol hoax!” Until tomorrow.

hasn’t done squat in the past week, but don’t tell Elon.

Good morning. Maybe he tried a Bacon, Egg & Cheese McGriddles® Meal instead of his usual Egg McMuffin for a change, and then ate his usual Egg McMuffin. Until tomorrow.

Good morning. Maybe he was having his usual Egg McMuffin when it occurred to him that he had never tasted human flesh. Oh, he had had ample opportunities, but now the people had given him a mandate. Until tomorrow.

Hopefully it’s a sign of early-onset rigor mortis.

Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and proclaimed: “He who saves his Country can also have a Sausage Burrito.” Until tomorrow.

Keep the meme alive.

Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and got back his latest test results. His LDL level was "very high," which sounded good, but he confused the whale for the giraffe this time. Until tomorrow.

I bet he’s never even seen “Dr. Strangelove”—or probably any black and white film in its entirety.

Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and ordered DOJ to drop all charges against Captain Crook and the Hamburglar, but only until their antics cease to amuse him. Until tomorrow.

Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and learned McDonald’s settled the $25 million lawsuit, acknowledging the resemblance of the Golden Arches to what Melania calls his “McMoobs.” Until tomorrow.

Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and asked if the 50% off offer only applies to food and drink items, or can he use it to buy McDonaldland? Until tomorrow.

Good morning. Maybe he waited forever for his usual Egg McMuffin without realizing it was being delivered by McMeals on Wheels, which he defunded yesterday. Until tomorrow.

thinks Seth and Natalie have smashed too.

Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and remembered he also had 2 $5 Meal Deals in the fridge. Last time he’ll try planning a romantic Valentine’s dinner at home. Until tomorrow.

Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin but wasn’t looking forward to the celebratory lunch with RFK Jr. later, so he went ahead and ate both Happy Meals. Until tomorrow.

Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and received the toxin-laced dipping sauces Vlad sent but forgot these were only to be served to JD in an emergency. Until tomorrow.

This is confirmed?

Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin after being reassured by the WH physician that he was far more at risk of E. coli today than any of this bird flu hype. Until tomorrow.

The scuttlebutt is that Big Balls will be there too.

Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and wondered if they’re made with Canadian cheese and American bacon in Canada. Not like U.S. Until tomorrow.

It’ll eventually be renamed again anyway.

Good morning. Maybe he was served his usual Egg McMuffin, but he simply refused to eat. He thought Sam Jackson was his friend, which made him think of a Royal with cheese, so he asked for two Quarter Pounders with extra cheese instead. Until tomorrow.

Actually, it’s pronounced ‘Ass-hay.’

Good morning. Maybe he has his usual Egg McMuffin, then binges on enough Diet Coke and spicy nuggets to fill the ‘super bowl’ in his luxury suite beyond capacity. Until tomorrow.

Here they come.

Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and some of the nasal spray Elon recommended. Then Uncle O'Grimacey danced in with a Shamrock Shake and blew him. Until tomorrow.