After "dinner" we decided to look for our missing children. Even though we didn't give a shit about them, trump only wanted to find them so he can keep the gold diapers. The golden trail of piss left behind was our key to finding them. We did not find the children, but we found the diapers almost to completely melted. Trump later down and cryed about his gold, untill he realized that his daddy would spoil him with much more money and gold. We gave up just to hear on the news the next day that some hobo threw all our children off a bridge. We laughed because we didn't give one little shit about them. We'll have more. Ain't that hard when you have pepperoni nipples and TRUMPY has a hot dog dick and cheese square nipples. Seriously, if I'm hungry for lunch and want to get knocked up, I'll do it all in one with trump.
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FanfictionThis is by the people called rylie and possibly Julia. It is for mature audiences and you need an imagination to read it. BYE.
