Alright folks, gather ’round ’cause I got a story for you. Back in the 990s, yes, you heard me right, the 990s, this woman was strolling her way through the fancy-schmancy department store, Bergdorf Goodman. It was like her second home or something, she was a regular shopper. And guess who she runs into? None other than the man, the myth, the legend – Mr. Trump.

Now, don’t misunderstand me here; these two had met before. They travelled in the same circles in the Big Apple, if you catch my drift. Anyway, Mr. Trump turns to this woman and tells her he’s shopping for a present for “a girl.” Classic, amirite? He then proceeds to ask her for advice. Typical dude move, if you ask me.

Finally, it happens. Hold on to your hats folks, because it’s about to get juicy. They make their way over to the lingerie department, as one does when they’re shopping for someone else *cough*”girl”*cough*. And then, bam! Mr. Trump apparently wheeled and dealed his way into getting this poor woman into a dressing room. And that’s when, allegedly, he raped her. Yikes city, population: one.

And there you have it, folks. A tale as old as time. Boy meets girl, boy asks girl for advice, boy tricks girl into a dressing room and allegedly rapes her. What a world we live in, huh?

Serious News: nytimes