Eddie Trunk x Satchel~ Frenemies with Benefits✨️

Radio Hoe

It was a gloomy Monday. Satchel was riding around with a Tesla that Michael let him borrow. It was very annoying riding on top of Jeff Keith's shoulders, but Satchel got his 420th DUI this week and got his license taken away. So Jeff had to do for now.

"Hey Jeff, do you have a fucking radio" asked Satchel. Jeff groaned and pulled an iPhone out of his underwear. "Listen to a podcast or something" suggested Jeff.
Satchel began scrolling through the options "hmm, Hair Nation. That sounds sexy" thought Satchel as he clicked the station. Live from the radio, the most annoying noise.."UHH This is Eddie Trunk with Trunk Nation, today we are gonna talk about Bret Michael's left ass cheek, which, I of course, have seen!".
Satchel rolled his eyes "Ugh! I forgot that Eddie Trunk did his stupid show on Mondays. I fucking hate this douchebag" screamed Satchel. "Dude, can you please feed me. I look like a Skeleton" cried Jeff. Satchel whipped Jeff with his black studded belt "Shut the fuck up. You ALWAYS look like a skeleton" yelled Satchel. Jeff continued to cry.

"I have a great fucking idea! What if I call Eddie Trunk pretending to be a hot chick! That would be so fucking swag and dope! What do you think Jeff?" asked Satchel. Jeff, still crying "I don't give a shit, can you please feed me... I haven't eaten in a week" whined Jeff. "Ugh, you know what? Fuck off. I'm a grown adult. I can travel by my fucking self. Go run off" Satchel replied, in bitter tone. "Thank you so much!" said Jeff as he ran off. "I'm so happy to finally be free!" Jeff cried with tears of joy.. unfortunately.. Jeff was so happy that he wasn't paying attention in the road.. an actual Tesla struck Jeff like a bullet. "Holy shit balls!" screamed Satchel as he ran over to Jeff. "Jeff, are you okay?" asked Satchel. "Bitch. Do I look okay?? I was just hit by a car.. I'm dying." stated Jeff. "Due to that attitude, I'm not gonna call 911" yelled Satchel in a sassy drag queen tone.

Satchel ran off, leaving Jeff to die.
Satchel found a Starfucks, he thought it would be the perfect place to call Eddie Trunk. Satchel walked into the Starfucks, and there was no line since the author of this fanfiction is falling asleep and will probably never continue it after 1 page, just like the Corey Feldman fan fiction!!
"Hello Ma'a- I mean Sir... Welcome to Starfucks! What would you like to drink" asked the barista. "I'd like a hot, black, strong coffee" said Satchel. "Sounds kinky!" said Lenny Kravitz who was standing behind Satchel. "Ew wtf weirdo" thought Satchel as he walked over to a table with his Coffee.

Satchel pulled out his p-

Hone.
"Time to call Eddie Trunk.. this is gonna be so funny." Thought Satchel as he called the number. Eddie picked up fairly quickly.

Live on the Air:
Eddie- Uhh from Nevadafornia, we have.. uh, what's your name?

Satchel (in his most feminine voice)- Uhh Stacy! Yeah, Stacy!

Eddie- So Stacy, what do you wanna talk about?

Satchel- I wanna talk about you! I think your super fucking hot. You make my titties tingle!! Meet me at the Rainbow Bar and Grill tomorrow, hot stuff✨️💋"

Eddie- Uhh.. I don't know. How about we have the listeners vote? Everyone, go to shouldeddietrunkgetdeepinstacystrunk.com to vote right now!

*ten minutes later*

Eddie- The votes are in!! Looks like I'm going on a date with Stacy tomorrow!!!

✨️✨️✨️✨️The End, for now✨️✨️✨️✨️