It was the day of the election 2020. Donald J Trump was feeling awfully confident in himself. He was certain to win.
But actually that wasn't the case.
As the results were announced, Donald crossed his fingers and hoped to win. But he didn't.
That other should-be-in-a-carehome candidate had won. Donald felt his heart sink. He lost. How could he Donald J Trump lose? Could it be his extremely racist and prejudiced ways? Or perhaps the absolute shit show he did trying to help america during the coronavirus? No that couldn't be it...
It didn't make any sense.
"He must have cheated" Donald thought to himself, "I will get him for this."
As Biden stepped up to the podium to give a speech about winning, he looked over at Donald with a cheeky (but oddly attractive Donald thought) grin.
He stepped up to the podium and delivered his speech.
"What a wonderful day it is, of course for me, not for others." Donald knew he was talking about him. "I am so happy to announce that I will be taking over from the previous president of America" did he even know his name? "Of course I will be moving into the Whitehouse straight away, well I have already been in one of the bedrooms." Donald saw Biden sneakily wink at his wife. How could he? His wife! I mean seriously!
Thats it Donald had had enough, he wanted this man, this... this wrinkly, rebellious, sexy old man. He wanted him to- he thought for a second... he wanted him.
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The Wrinkly Orange Bitch
HumorA story in which Donald J Trump faces extreme embarrassment and tries to move out of the country but no one will accept him. Appart from his homie BJ.
