While, in a technical sense, there are other sexions in the band, our experience has proved them superfluous. They can't can't play high enough. Or rock out hard enough. Or satisfy your every intimate need well enough. Or do that thing you like with the handcuffs and Jello. Why?
Because Trumpz bring love like no others. Everything is a mixer, baby. Just touch a Trump, and 20,000 volts of pure soul will surge through your body, like drugs you've only read about. Look deep into a Trump's eyes, and you'll see not fire, but a flame of the deepest blue. It burns so hot that sometimes you can't even see it, and aren't even aware of it until it completely takes you over. It starts at your toes and swims, zigzagging up your body until it feels like your head is going to explode. Then it doesn't, and you find yourself about a foot and a half off the ground, not entirely sure how you got there, but being more sure of this one thing than you've ever been of anything before: Penis penis penis. Penis all day along. I'm glad I have a penis. I'm glad I have a schlong.
Additionally, the LSJUMB Trumpz would like to point out that our recent anointment as 2003-04 Best Sexion further proves what we've been saying all along: We're better than you.
