In an effort to ease the burden on the prison system, back in 1992 Trump suggested that his friend Mike Tyson be exempt from going to prison for rape and instead just pay a few million dollars. Now, not every rapist should be allowed to do this, of course, and not just rich rapists, either. Really only Mike Tyson, and probably because of the value he adds to society by not being in prison. Especially early '90s Tyson, who gave out rapings the way most people give out business cards.

Even though no one important took Trump's suggestion seriously, which is both shocking and hard to believe, considering that this is the man who invented the Stranger (when you sit on your hand until it goes to sleep, then masturbate. Every time you do it, you technically owe Trump $10, but he was never able to find a reliable way to bill people. It happened in the '70s, look it up), Trump did demonstrate a concern for our growing prison populations. This is still an issue today, and Trump was not the first nor the last person to suggest alternative ideas to incarceration that would benefit society as a whole. Would it do anyone any good to put another black man in jail? And, more importantly, would it do anyone any good to put the man who, at the time, was the biggest boxer in the world and a cash cow for Trump's casinos in jail? Of course not.

In retrospect, maybe it would have been a bad move to allow Tyson to pay his way out of jail. Maybe he never would have gotten that face tattoo. Maybe he never would have done The Hangover. Maybe that ear thing wouldn't have transpired. But maybe if it had worked out, Tyson would have cured dysentery. We'll never know.

"Oh, I still woulda got the tattoo. As for the ear biting, are we talking about Holyfield, or people in general?"

Irresponsible billionaires like Bill Gates and Richard Branson have so much unprotected sex with money groupies that the once-beautiful act of lovemaking is basically just a utilitarian process of pumping a gold-plated wiener sheath into a bleary-eyed co-ed while updating their stock portfolios and drinking precious unicorn schnapps from pure jade goblets. Unicorn schnapps pairs delightfully with sexopotamus sandwiches, incidentally.

Always check the bottle for horn to make sure you're not getting imitation unicorn (pony).

Trump, championing the cause of sexual responsibility, has publicly stated his need, in the past, to require women to take AIDS tests before getting serious with them. He even volunteers the use of his doctor, because Trump AIDS is nearly as undesirable as Hitler AIDS. Both cause terrible hair. Also death, so much death. Don't laugh, it's not funny. Segue into new jokes here.

Likely the most delightful part of this entire scenario is the timing and method of suggestion. Does the woman attempt to initiate a sexual encounter and then Trump has to put on the brakes and suggest that she get her oil checked first? Or does Donald have some kind of sixth sense, the Trump Humpdar, whereby he feels that a hump is on the horizon and casually suggests to his lady friend that she may need a swab before they take off their cummerbunds and hair pieces and get nasty? Or does he just give her the ol' ether-rag-in-the-box-of-chocolates trick, test her while she's out, then bang her until she's conscious?

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"The old 'Central Park Valentine' never fails."

The flip side of this very responsible coin is the lady who has to know ahead of time that she is going to be having a Trump Hump (barring that ether scenario being true). This is a woman who must stretch the outer limits of plausible sexual premeditation by arranging an appointment with a doctor in anticipation of boning Donald Trump. It's like planning to eat a plate of dirty needles or something. Just weird.

According to Trump, 1991 was one of the worst times in the world to be dating, with all those AIDS out there, so likely he was making women take tests and then double-bagging it with half-inch PVC just to be on the safe side. It's what I do.

In an effort to prove his position, Trump was quoted as saying that he's seen Indians in Indian casinos who "don't look like Indians," which probably should have summoned the ghost of Eliot Ness and maybe the Pinkertons, but instead only fell on the deaf ears of people who were convinced that the success of Indian casinos and the total lack of evidence of mob interference in them may have just angered up other casino moguls who wanted to eliminate their competition. But that sounds silly as shit. Very silly shit, like a turd with googly eyes and maybe a spinning bow tie. Oh my God, can you imagine? What a silly shit!