Bob Duncan and Donald Trump

Chapter 1

Bob Duncan's face rose up in the Sun. "The Bob Duncan Experience Everyday," it said emotionlessly, then falling out of the sky. Bob sighed in despair as he did the whip out of bed. He lived with a boy named like Namjoon or something, and a dinosaur who only said YEE. He also had a wife named Amy but she was a bitch and he hated her. He also had some suck ass kids but he forgot their names since he didn't give a left ass cheek what they were.

Bob hit the quan as he rushed into the bathroom to get ready for another crappy day. He splashed his face with some refreshing toilet water since Namjoon was a broke hoe and refused to pay the water bill so they were stuck with dirty ass water.

"John Cena." The toilet water god hopeworld said emotionlessly as Bob peered down into the toilet of broken dreams. He frowned and then went to go brush over the few greasy blonde strands of hair that he had left. He wished he had a full head of hair like Justine Beeber but he didn't.

Bob angrily smashed the mirror and threw it out of the window. Below, it hit his neighbor Bobby in the head and knocked him out, but he didn't give a shit. He was angry.

"Why is my life this way???!?!?!?!?!?" Bob screeched to the toilet gods before collapsing to the floor in broken sobs.

"No one is there for me," The middle aged man cried into the carpet that smelled like dog piss. "I'm all alone."

Little did Bob Duncan know, that he was not alone.

Donald Trump would save him.