Putin pulled me into the bathroom and slapped me right on the kisser. "I hope you like Spaghetti-Os because if you keep up your act we're leaving!" He whispered. At this point I was pouting beyond anyone can pout.
"Yes, Putin." I said reluctantly. I cannot believe he'd threaten me like that. I'm the president, I can go to Gordon's restaurant anytime, but that would take another hit to our relationship.
We waltz on out to see our dishes already at the table, but something caught my eye. There on the table was a goblet-like glass with the most intricate details I have ever seen, inside with a liquid that looked oddly appetizing, it was soup, though. "Oh that's huge." I exclaimed.
I sat down at the table and took a light sip of the soup. Then, an incredible thing happened. Gordon Ramsay walked over to our table, "I see you've tried our water." He explained that he had come up with soup, essentially, with the texture of water but the flavor of the real thing.
I have to say, the water was great. It was everything but boring.
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Quirky Trump x Gordon Ramsay
Romance** Disclaimer: I wrote this a little while back, but currently (6/13/20), everything is so fucking awful that I can't joke about this anymore ** A romance we'd all suspect. Donald J. Trump eats at Gordon Ramsay's restaurant, and what happens next is...
