#326 in Humor
A hilarious warped parody of our favorite childhood story, The Wizard of Oz, but what really is a story without our dear orange skinned racist bigot, Donald Trump?
*extended summary inside*
-UNEDITED
-written in early 2016
"Ugh, nice going Kylie," Simon grumbled. In his hysteria, he accidentally taped his nipple on his forehead and now struggled to peel it for re-attachment.
"Aye aye aye dnt blaim mee. It warsnt mai fault, boobhead."
"Then whose was it?" Pansy angrily pointed a dagger in her direction.
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"I SAIVED UR ARSE IN D FIRST PLAICE A'IGHT? NOW BACC OFF😒😡!"
"Where's Khaled?"
Speaking of the devil, he emerged from a nearby shrub, skin as fresh as a baby's bottom.
"Woah! How did you get your skin like that? It was ruined a minute ago!"
Khaled just chuckled. "The key to success is Dove soap and Palmer's Cocoa Butter."
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"WRITE THAT DOWN, WRITE THAT DOWN!" Simon yelled at Pansy, who scribbled wildly.
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"So wuts next now❓?" Asked Kylie. She readjusted her new lace wig and injected a fresh filling of cement in her lips. "I need to finiesh dis farst; we harve a dinner @ Kim's housse nd I hav 2 b dere; I'm scaredd dat Rob will eat North 😨😰."
"The blue fairy told me to follow the gold road of bling," supplied Pansy.
"Blue fairy? I thought it was supposed to be the witch of the South that would guide you?" Khaled asked confusedly.
