Hillary Clinton sat at her desk, wondering where she went wrong. She was devastated by the results of the election. Even worse, the liberals were sacrificing Bernie Sanders. The feminists had started a war with all the conservatives. This never would've happened if she were president.
In her session of pity, she grabbed her laptop and searched up Pornhub. After a while of searching, Hillary scrolled upon a god. The way his filthy hair bounced up and down while he repeated the phrase Gucci Gang made her fantasize about holding his homeless face. The fact that he looked like he lived in the sewers was an instant turn on. Hillary started sweating with passion. I need to Chillary Chillton and need to make this dream a reality. She soon remembered a spell Satan had taught her to summon hype beasts. She pulled out yeezies, supreme merch, and clout goggles from her drawer and carefully set them on a pentagram. She chanted the phrase Gucci Gang three times and dabbed as hard as she could. She called upon the power of Yeezus. "I would like to summon a homeless man." Suddenly after, a man appeared and Hillary couldn't believe her eyes. The man looked even better then she thought.
The room smelled of sewage and weed. He screamed "420 BLAZE" as he erupted out of the ground. Hillary felt a rush of longing for this blazer.
"I-I think I love you." Hillary said. The man didn't respond, as he was currently blazing.
"Please, Pokémon Go into my undergarments."
Hillary Rodham Clinton was pulled into a deep embrace. Their mouths were so close to touching, that the rapper started moaning Gucci Gang. Hillary was so surprised, she didn't know what to do. Before she could react, he crashed his lips onto her eye socket and tenderly started kissing her.
"I think you're high, you're making out with my eye socket." She replied
His response was instantly screaming "Your mom still lives in a tent." He then lost focus of her eye socket and moved his attention to the inside of her ear placing slobbery kisses upon her at this moment Hillary shrieked with pleasure.
"I'm an ear virgin!" Hillary shouted. He proceeded to take off his pants. "Wait no!"
"But I'll Gucci in your coochie."
"One second, I must delete some emails" Hillary ran out of the room as quick as she could. She didn't expect him to be so shrexy. But still, she needs to stay calm. After a few minutes of breathing, she walked in confident, and ready to unsummon the rapper who was haunting her. She walked in and noticed that he was not clothed. At all. Hillary died of the shrexiness.
Bill Cosby appears at the door and quickly drags her body, before the rapper could react.
