So much left unsaid by the Donald.
He could have roasted her Bubba: Hillary, do you know where Bill is right now? Do you think he will show up first in a police lineup or on the back of a milk carton? You know the rule ... when Epstein's jet's a rock'in, you don't go knock'in.
He could have roasted Huma: Do you know how Huma holds her liquor ... by the ears. Do you know how Huma holds a wiener ... not at all. Think Anthony will stick it out for Huma ... this time?
He could have roasted Chelsea: I don't care how much plastic surgery she has ... that poor dumb mutt will always look like a cross between Howdy Doody, Alfred E. Newman, and a bulldog. Have you ever wondered why Danney Williams looks so much like your Bill, and Chelsea looks so much like Webb Hubbell? I didn't think so.
He could have roasted the Witch's taste in decorating: The inside of Hillary's residence looks like a combination office, museum and whore house. It's not her fault though ... you can't exactly mix and match when your choices are limited to what you can carry off of government property. Just about everything was bought with a low bid. And of course, she had help from her Bubba ... particularly with respect to designing the bedrooms, the front parlor and the space under his desk.
He could have roasted Hillary's athleticism: Hillary's hometown Cubs are going to win the World Series. How do I know? The way that she flings lampshades, ashtrays, books, and dishes ... such speed and accuracy. They've already signed her on as a pitching coach ... and if things really get tough, they're going to call her up.
He could have roasted Hillary's health: It's no coincidence that Hillary's logo is shaped like a hospital sign ... that her jet is painted like a hospital building ... or that the seats in back look like hospital beds. That can happen to anyone who is bug-eyed, cock-eyed, and cross-eyed ... looking at the world through blue lenses ... and drugged out of their mind ... what little they have left.
And so on ...