donald trump fables[]life morals

Fable 2

         I think Donald is staying in my hotel!  He's my idol! He is just so dreamy.

With his corn hair, and his stone-like ass.

I've once been told that I flip-flopped harder than Donald Trump's hair in a hurricane. I took it as a compliment.

I'm going to the room that I suspect he is staying in. I put my ear to the door, slowly.

I hear Taylor Swift blasting from a pair of high quality speakers. I think that it's doubtful that this would be his room.

Well, here goes. I knock on the door. The music stops. I hear a gruff "Come on in, sweet cheeks!"

hmm.. that's strange. The voice somewhat resembles Donald. So I attempt to go in. "It is locked Sir Donald!"

He mumbles something about an orgasm and sure enough, out steps Donald! "Hello, sexy. Ready to entertain me?" He asks me.

I answer somewhat confused, "Yeah, sure." He pulls me in, and throws me on the couch. I yell, "BITCH, I SWEAR! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! YOU WERE MY IDOL! BUT NOT ANYMORE YOU NASTY FREAK!" He tells me to calm down.

Then, all of a sudden, he rapes me with his 4 cm "Trump Tower." I pull him off of me. I slap him across the face with his 4 cm tower, and ran.

I open the door, here stands Justin Bieber. Justin Bieber shoots Donald with an AK-47. "I took care of this little dick head for you, don't worry." Says Justin. "Thanks. I guess. But, your hair looks like Donald Trump's. Sorry bye." I say to him.

Moral- Never follow your idol, especially if its Donald.