A well-known (at the time) 50s humorist whose name I forget, claimed (I'm serious) that all jokes were originally told in Valdosta, Ga. Now Trump's arrives.
A blonde and a redhead were walking through downtown Valdosta and the redhead looked through the window into a florist's shop and groaned, "Oh, no!"
The blonde asked, "What's wrong?!"
The redhead said, "Oh, nothing, really. My boyfriend is in there buying me flowers."
The blonde: "What's wrong with that? Isn't that a good thing?"
The redhead: "I suppose. But every time he buys me flowers, I spend the whole night on my back with my legs up in the air."
The blonde: "Uh...don't you have a vase?"