Rob Larrikin
Thunderstruck
Has Douchebag Donald ever grabbed you by the pussy?
The woman who 'let him do anything' enjoyed every minute, as all groupies do when getting their star in bed. Try and stop them! You can be the Patron Saint of Groupies if you like, but why? When did you develop such a bleeding heart for them, and why? If you tried to stop them they'd tell you to get lost. Here is how it would go if a hippy Antifa fool tried:
Scene: Luxury hotel suite. Trump and gorgeous groupie go into the bedroom.
Trump: [Undressing] You look beautiful. Really gorgeous.
Groupie: Thanks. You look great too. I love you so much!
Trump: [under silk sheets] Come here, honey…
Groupie: Ooh, you’re so warm.
Hippy: [Bursts in] Wait! Hold up!
Trump: [sitting up] Who the hell are you?
Hippy: I’m here to save you from this monster!
Trump: She’s a monster?
Hippy: Not her, you!
Trump: I’m a monster?
Groupie: Get out or we’ll call the police!
Hippy: Cops? Lady, you’re in mortal danger!
Groupie: How?
Hippy: This, this vile molester will grab your pussy!
Groupie: So? I want him to grab my pussy…
Hippy: You what?
Trump: [on phone] Hello, security? Code red.
Groupie: I said I want him to grab my pussy. Why do you think I’m in bed with him?
Hippy: But… but… that can’t be! You’re supposed to be a victim!
Trump: Jesus wept. Where do these morons come from?
Hippy: Shut up you filthy animal!
Groupie: Why don’t you mind your own business?
Hippy: But I… he… I mean, you…
Groupie: What we do in the privacy of our bedroom is our business!
Hippy: No, but I… I mean he, he…
Guards: [bursting in] You! Down on the floor! Get down on the floor! Now!
Hippy: Eeek! Let go of me! I dindoo nuffin! Leggo! Help! Rape!
Trump: Get that faggot outta here!
Groupie: My god. The Left have really lost it.
Guards: [dragging Hippy out the door] Sorry Mr. Trump.
Trump: Thanks guys. You guys are the best.
Guards: Thanks Mr. Trump [close door].
Groupie: What a stupid fucking bitch!
Trump: Sorry about that.
Groupie: It’s okay. It’s not your fault.
Trump: True. Now, where were we?
Groupie: You were gonna grab my…
Trump: Oh yeah…
Groupie: Oooh… you dog, you.
Trump: Woof.