Running through the Whitehouse butt naked felt strangely good. Donald felt weirdly free as he ran past well respected politicians in the buff. He wanted to keep running, to never stop.
However, Donald realised with utter horror that running made him poop.
He felt a sickening urge to shit. Right there on the spot. He had to shit. Now.
But just at that moment the flock of press came sprinting down the hall he was squatting in. Shrieking like birds being mauled by cats they sped towards him snapping pictures of him shitting in the halls of the Whitehouse.
"Shit shit shit shit" Donald thought as he stood up and continued to run, clenching his ass cheeks and praying that he could hold in the shit.
He ran faster than ever.
And he shitted more than ever.
As he ran huge log like turds fell from his ass hole and onto the floors, leaving a trail of shit behind him.
He had just rounded the corner and took his chance to hide from the press in a cupboard. He listened at the door as he heard the thousands of reporters sprint past the cupboard.
He turned around and breathed a sigh of relief. He was safe now. He squatted down and began to shit. In peace.
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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.
