Donald Trump left his cozy, warm cave in the dark foliage of Moist Forest for the first time in months. His spotted chest and belly caved in to his minimal ribcage, heart beating almost as slowly as his boyfriend, Charlie Sheen's after hes been pulling at his crusty, furry asshole for hours. Donald thought about him and stopped to get on all fours and yank one off on the wet, thick leaves below him. Afterwards he continued on his excursion for nutrients.
