Jdog was meandering outside after a Clinton rally. He took a drag of his spliff, trying not to think of how bored he was. He sighed, leaning against the wall.
"Hey! You!" A policeman marched up to Jorel.
Shit.
The officer snatched Jorel's spliff. "This is weed! You're coming with me!" He grabbed Jorel and slammed him to the ground. As Jorel felt the cuffs get put on, a familiar voice suddenly boomed.
"Let him go, officer. He's with me."
Hillary Clinton!? Jorel looked up in shock. The woman was in a blue pantsuit, and looked ready to kill a man. The officer relented, walking away. Jorel got to his feet.
"Did he hurt you?" Hillary asked, dusting off Jorel's jacket.
"No, I'm fine. Thanks, Mrs Clinton."
Hillary smiled. "That's ms Clinton. I'm divorcing my husband when I win."
"Really?"
"Really. And I know who my next boyfriend is going to be."
"Uh.... who?"
Clinton grabbed Jorel by the dick in response, then leaned over and purred in his ear.
"You."
