BoJo Tory Trio

go in and out of me like you did to the EU

~-POV of Jojo Siwa-~

As BoJo slapped his quarter inch queen into Rebecca's saggy flaps, I took a second to think: How did I get into this situation?

Earlier that day, Boris Johnson drove up to Wombourne in his black Shaggin Wagon. Me and my BFF stuffed tiger dalmation, Rebecca's ovaries all exploded at the sight of his £10 Oxfam suit and his greasy, blond, luscious hair.

As he walked into the Civic Centre, all I could think of was his crusty, dusty Mexican member throbbing inside of my double doors.

I waited for hours in the blistering heat in the line to meet BoJo, just like Tanacon II: electric boogaloo.

But it was all worth it.

As he came out of the centre, the beating of my heart shot up and went faster and faster. He was cumming over, this was our chance.

"I LOVE YOU BORIS!!!!" Me and Rebecca roared at the top of our lungs.

Boris winked, seductively as the eggs in our devastated, destroyed ovaries cracked.

After he met with Gavin Williamson,
Boris did a meet and greet and me and rebecca were last in line.

I felt as if my digestive system collapsed in on itself and my rectum erupted...