Hello my name is Mo Lester. I have dark ebony colored hair and one blue one brown eye. Daniel Howell and Philip Lester are my fathers. I know, how embarrassing. Fortunately they died years ago (they got syphilis) and I am left to take their place. I am expected to continue their YouTube channels and post humorous videos on the inter webs but I have other plans.
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I slowly open my eyes after having a good nights rest. I climb out of my personalized coffin and look out the window. It was midnight. Perfect. It was December 1st 2048. Well at least that's what my North West calendar told me. Kim kardashian was out, her daughter was in.
I whipped out my computer and logged into xxtwitterxx. Its like twitter but emo. I typed Donald Trump into the search bar and was relieved when i saw he didnt forget to post his daily dick pic. Donald Trump is currently the ruler of the USA (and my heart). I wish i could go to America and get his autograph but its just too expensive. If only I could have a small loan of a million dollars. Wait I forgot to mention how he stayed alive after all this time. Well he basically became immortal. I think he split his soul into pieces and made these things called whorecruzes or something like that. I think his toupee is one. I realized it was the time to slide into his dms. Every day at exactly 12:20 am i sent him a message hoping hell one day reply to me. Today i feel particularly lucky. I began typing;
Hello again Mr.Trump, I know you probably dont read these but if you do I just wanted you to know something. I have loved you for a very long time. If I could I would travel there to see you but i spent all my money on cocaine. When i think about how ill probably never see you, i listen to MCR and cry. Please respond daddy.
I reread what i wrote and then hit send. Well time to masturbate.
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Sliding Into His DMs
Fanfictionthe year is 2048. Mo Lester the son of Dan Howell and Phil Lester goes on a journey to meet the man of his dreams (who happens to be immortal). By @aGayBee
