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What's up gang?
have fun with this chapter. It's so cute!!!
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"Former President Trump, to follow up, you would be 82 at the end of your second term," says Bash, one of the news anchors says to Trump. "What do you say to voters who have concerns about your capabilities to serve?"
"Well, I took two tests, cognitive tests."Trump starts, his eyes drifting towards Biden "I aced them, both of them, as you know. We made it public. He took none. I'd like to see him take one, just one, a real easy one. Like go through the first five questions, he couldn't do it. But I took two cognitive tests. I took physical exams every year. And, you know, we knock on wood, wherever we may have wood, that I'm in very good health. I just won two club championships, not even senior, two regular club championships. To do that, vou have to be quite smart and you have to be able to hit the ball a long way. And I do it. He doesn't do it. He can't hit a ball 50 yards. He challenged me to a golf match. He can't hit a ball 50 yards." trump looks down at the floor bashfully, realizing that he got slightly off track from the initial question.
Trump decides to continue with his yapping about golf so as to not embarrass himself in front of Biden. "I think I'm a very good shape. I feel that I'm in as good a shape as I was 25, 30 years ago. Actually, I'm probably a little bit lighter. But I'm in as good a shape as I was years ago. I feel very good. I feel the same. But I took - I was willing to take a cognitive test. And you know what, if I didn't do well - I aced them. Dr. Ronny Jackson, who's a great guy, when he was White House doctor. And then I took another one, a similar one, and both - one of them said they'd never seen anybody ace them." Trump hopes that he has impressed Biden greatly.
The news anchor says her next question, although she his completely bewildered by Trump's response to the question. "Prissiest Biden?" she prompts the man to answer her initial question.
"You're going to see he's six-foot-five and only 225 pounds - or 235 pounds." Biden says, his cheeks turning a bright cherry red. "Well, anyway, that's - anyway, just take a look at what he says he is and take a look at what he is. Look, I'd be happy to have a driving contest with him. I got my handicap, which, when I was vice president, down to a 6. And by the way, I told you before I'm happy to play golf if you carry your own bag. Think vou can do it?" Biden flirts.
"That's the biggest lie that he's a 6 handicap, of all." Trump knows what Biden is doing, Biden wants to smash. The two had promised each other that they wouldn't flirt at the debate in fear of people discovering their secret.
"I was 8 handicap."
"Yeah." Trump says in a sarcastic manner, rolling his eyes and smacking his lips the way a teenage girl would.
"Eight, but I have - you know how many" Biden says incoherently with a slight wink.
"I've seen your swing, I know your swing." Trump flirts, winking back
The pair go on like this for the rest of the debate, arguing back and forth with each other over some wild claims. Biden occasionally glances down at Trumps bulge in his pants. "Who would have guessed that a 70 something year old man could have such a huge shlong?" Biden thinks to himself, his mouth agape as he looks around the room, his eyes glaze over and his eyes furrow.
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Author's note-
Hi my little rizzler!!! I hope you liked the first chapter, sorry it's boring rn, but i promise that it can only get better. Next chapter is gonna be smutty.
buh byeee
-ur pookie
