Bob Duncan and Donald Trump

PART 2 YALL THOUGHT IT WAS OVER

Bitch bet u thought u dun seen the last of us

Let the shitfest commence

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Part 2

The Order of the Yeenix

It was a dark af gloomy day and Bob was still sadda than a bug about donalds death. Bob did nothing but lay in his sad smelly bed all day. He couldn't even hit the quan out of bed like he used to.

But he did cuz he had to take a big old turd.

After taking a turd, Bob stood up, but tripped and fell cuz uncoordinated af and smacked 0-100 against the bathroom counter. Cuz weak af, Bob went into a comma or whatever it's called right there on the bathroom ground.

That's when it all started.

Bob woke up to some banjo playing, which caused his poop of a head to pound like a living persons heart. (He's very dead inside.)

Some random as heck fingers opened up his eye more, showing those ocean blue orbs. A flashlight that made him swear he was seein the light to Jesus shined in his eye. It made him blink cause it was too bright to handle.

"He's awake!" Some loud azz voice yelled from above from the other side. Bob's old eyesight made everything blurry for 4 minutes and 20 seconds exact cuz he likes to count don't judge him.

Soon enough, his eyes focused on