| infectious love |

wayhaught

"i dont have anything to say about the covid case in washington, if you want to stay safe inject your arm with bleach or something idfk." trump told the reporter outside of the white house.

"yes, thank you sir, we will make sure to pass along your advice." the reporter said.

don gave a head bow to the reporter, turning back into the white house thinking about wallace. he didn't care about covid. he cared about wallace. he entered his bedroom looking at wallace with star-struck eyes. he was so fucking segg sea. wallace looked star struck too, but not at donnie, at the tv.

"look at that don." wall said, looking at his friend. don sat down next to his bulky wallace.

trump took a look at the tv. suddenly, his jaw dropped.

what. the. fuck. is. that. fucking. sexy. ass. thang. he though to himself. so round and thicccc.

donald was instantly in love. wallace however, was quite jealous.

suddenly, kylee walked in, his personal servant. she was staring at her phones netflix, she said something about wynonna earp, he didnt really know. she has tried several times poisoning his food, but he kept her around for security reasons, it looks good have a gay ass cowgirl on your staff. she bowed her stetson and beckoned him.

"okay fuckbutt." she said. "biden is here for ya." she spat out gum at his shoes.

he left the room, giving wallace a little kiss upon his forehead. trump walked down the hall, whispering the lyrics to wap, it always seemed to calm him and his sexual desires. he saw biden, wearing a fucking big ugly ass mask. why would you want to keep covid away, it beheld such beauty.

he always falls for with the bad ones. this thing was killing millions, but he didn't care, he was struck with his own virus. love.

(DISCLAIMER: remember that this is all a joke. covid-19 is a very real and serious thing that is infecting the world right now. make sure to stay safe, practice social distancing, wash your hands and wear masks.)