"Mr Harvey, why are they taking down our sign boards and writing on 'Cunts Clash'?"
"Shut the fuck up, Penny. Shhhh! If the manager hears of this, then hsssss." He made a slicing motion around his neck, and Penny swallowed and nodded.
"Okay! Good day, everyone!" Steve greeted as the music started. "Joining us today for a special rendition called CUNTS CLASH, are the Trumpers-"
Cheering came from Trump's side.
"And KPKS!"
"Wtf? Who chose that name?" Simon seethed.
"Hey yo it ain't ma fault; Kylie wanted to name it 'Kyls and the Pussycat Dolls'."
"IT'Z A GUD NAIME!😒," Kylie defended herself.
"Why is my initial last?!" Simon continued to complain. "And this isn't even fair. This group consists of just four people, three since one is brain dead-"
"Oooh, Khaled he gat ya! Burn! 🔥🔥🔥💨," giggled Kylie, oblivious that the insult had been directed to her.
"-while the other team has like ten members."
"Put that in a pipe and smoke it, boyy," raved Trump, throwing his pink stilettos at Simon's head.
"First question goes to Meek: who's tour is it?"
Meek swallowed. "My girl's tour."
"That is correct."
Trump slapped across his back in congratulatory fashion. "Finally, you've made your worthless and useless self of some use."
Meek whimpered dejectedly.
"Next question goes to Iggy: are you fancy?"
"Hell yeah I am! You already know!" She piped, waving her arms in the air like she just don't care.
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The Wizard of Trumpville | ✓
Humor#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