One painful and cold week of being naked and homeless later. Donald had flown to England to meet Borris. How, you ask? Well, he snook onto a plain, almost getting caught. It was a plain that was importing fruit to England. Donald hid in a large box of oranges (remember that next time you buy oranges). He was hiding in plain sight.
He arrived at Heathrow Airport in London and sprinted as fast as he could towards Downing Street. Just one problem, he didn't know where Downing Street was and it was November. Donald's was roaming the streets of London freezing his tits off in the brutal English winter (which is supposedly mild).
Of course news travels faster than fire, and we all know that fire travels fast in London. So naturally all of London and probably England knew about the crazy orange wrinkly bitch running round naked in London.
Eventually the police realised thay couldn't get away with letting this nutcase run around London naked and actually did their job.
10 police men were now in pursuit of Donald. They were all men because all the women flat out refused to chase him. They sped after Donald and leapt onto him, pinning him to the ground. Clearly unaware of his shitting condition.
Minutes later, a naked orangutan and 9 shit covered police men arrived at the police station. The last police officer was unfortunate enough to land with his face next to Donald's ass hole. Let's just say it wasn't pleasant and England was one police officer down.
Donald pleaded for his one phone call and the officers reluctantly agreed, they were fed up of this shit, mostly the shit that was covering them and wanted him gone.
Of course Donald called his brother from another mother, Borris Johnson.
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The Wrinkly Orange Bitch
UmorismoA 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.
