Alexa was an angsty 12 year old chink, working her night shift at Pizza Hut. She stood behind the counter, on the verge of tears. A couple sharing a Big Mac sat opposite her, gnawing at each other playfully, occasionally leaving the odd tooth behind. Alexa longed for such an embrace.
Lost in thought, she doesn't notice the hunk of man walking towards her.
"One fillet-o-fish, hun,"
"Wh-what?" Did the magnificent creature just flirtatiously refer to her as bee urine??
"Hi, I'm Donald Trump. Don for short."
Alexa was lost in his beady eyes, resembling those of an ant's. His toupee blended seamlessly into his eyebrow. She was in absolute awe of the 3 feet of muscle before her. Donny was entranced by her toothy grin, and her radiating Filipino complexion.
"If you want, I can fillet your fish later, if you catch my drift," Donald gestures towards the Dora the Explorer tricycle parked outside by Gary, some homeless rando.
Without a second thought, Alexa lifts her right leg over the counter, grabbing onto Donald's v-neck for support. Her legs give out and she falls beside him on the floor, into a puddle of his fresh regurgitatory fluid. Donald drags her through the puddle, ignoring her deep moans, and piggy backs her on his tricycle towards his house.
When Alexa wakes up, she doesn't know where she is. She lies on a couch, picks up the Wii controller before her, and gets up jiggily to the tune of Marimbas from the shed outside. She plays Mario Kart and makes 14 Miis before she feels an odd sensation at her feet.
"Donny, what are you doing?" She questions, watching him lick up the vomit off her shins.
"Just relax," he exclaims, body slamming her onto the dining table, which then breaks with a "splat". They are now laying on top of eachother, sweating and staring into each other's eyes.
"I want you so goodly, Lexi. I won't look at no one else. Not even my Mexican maid, Sabrina Ral Acid."
Alexa could feel herself going weak while Donald stood up and shook the sweat and vomit off like a feisty labrador. Daddy Donald pulls down his leather tight pants and begins body rolling towards her, singed chest hair flailing about. Suddenly, 69ft of solid manhood erect from his belly button, knocking Alexa down once more.
"Wow, Daddy Don, you are so macho and goodly sized. I tremble at the thought of us walking down the aisle, feeding each other cheese puffs, and licking ranch off of urine-soaked doormats with our 34 hispanic babies around us."
Before he could get any closer, his manhood snaps and falls off, revealing a 1 inch dick.
Flustered, Donald exclaims, "Babesy, my wang may be fake, but not our dreams of a life together."
Alexa picks up the prosthetic dick and proceeds to walk towards the door.
Donald cartwheels after her, grabbing her neck and whispering into her ear, "Babesy, what is you doing?"
"Daddy Don, this dick is a testament to our love- it's fake and disposable. I need to get back to Zac, my 12 mongolian orphan babies must be thirst. Goodbye."
"But Zac Efron raped your 14th child, why would you want him? Come ba-"
Daddy Don was cut off by a sudden flick of the wrist, sending him plummeting into Hell.
"Goodbye dizzy Don," Alexa whimpers, a stream of tears flying off the tip of her nose, slowly ascending the staircase to heaven after her mongolian babies.
The End
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GANG X ICONS
FanfictionA series of wild tales from the collective youth of my gang members.
