Trumps Adventures

Bogan Trump and his Sheila

I was on the side of the desert road in Simpson Desert, Australia, trying to hitchhike. There was nothing but red sand and a few dead leafy plants that could be my next joint, if you get what I mean.

Hours went by, joint after joint made of dead marijuana, and tumbleweed floating around, someone finally picked me up in their white four-wheel drive that had red sand skidded up the ass of the car.

''Get in Sheila,'' he said in a demanding tone.

I got in his car, and he was the most beautiful bloke I had ever seen! He was Donald Trump. THE Donald Trump. He had beautiful yellow Australian mullet, it was as greasy as my grandma's fry cooker at the local fish and chip shop. His skin was just as beautiful as his greasy mullet, he had oily orange skin that looked like he had been baking in my grandma's oven. He was also wearing a Bintang singlet from Bali, footy shorts and a nice pair of brown ug boots with holes in them. His singlet was showing off his pasty white chest that had wiry blonde chest hair like my pubes, but better.

Donald's POV

I couldn't help but to pick her up from the side of this blazin' hot desert as soon as I saw her. She was one heck of a sheila. She had beautiful blonde hair that was as scruffy as a birds nest like she hadn't washed it in days, an Ed Hardy shirt, short shorts with the white pockets hanging out on her delicious ice cream thighs, and a pair of ug boots. My 3 inch oily orange cock like the packet of cheesy cheetos you would get in your school lunch, couldn't help but to be awaken like a rooster at 6 o'clock in the morning screaming ''cock-a-too.'' Good thing I had a franga (condom) in my bumbag (fanny pack) because it was time to get into her white shriveled raisin.