David Waldman takes us to the edge of the week but can't keep us from falling into the weekend.

Bawdy? Is that what we're calling it? Jeffery Epstein, who could be considered naughty, and kind of affiliated, was never known to have had a shortage of close personal friends. His 50th birthday party had a great turnout of sincere well-wishers, including Donald K. Trump, who was both his best friend for over a dozen years, and hardly even knew him, in fact barely even met him outside of the hundreds of times that they hung out. So, of all of the ribald birthday wishes Jeff received, the one from Donald is definitely the one Donald did not write, and did not sign, and especially did not write a picture on. Donald does not write pictures.

You know that things must be out of control if Trump is releasing medical information into the news cycle. Trump's socks look like he rotates his filled Depends there, but officially he has "Chronic Venous Insufficiency" which technically describes that Trump's brains have fallen into his shoes. It would also explain his feeble Epstein distraction brought to you by Coca-Cola. Luckily for Trump, CBS threw him a big lifeline by firing Steven Colbert. The only thing that could delight Trump more would be having Jimmy Kimmel eaten by an alligator.

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