I, Donald J. Trump, am madly in love with King Kong. I have a strange gravitation to him; I don't if it's his excessively hairy body, his scrunched up facial features, or even his huge-ass forehead.

Sadly I can't confess my love for the hairy ape because I have a lover. My lover pays no attention to me anymore because he's too busy with riding horses shirtless and communism. I plan to dump his sorry ass later today when he comes back from fighting the bears.

I wait for him to get him to get back but his Russian ass isn't fast enough so I go after him. As I run, I can feel my saggy ass wave like a flag as wind hits my buns. I go to the woods to get my mans and as I walk into the forest I reach the shitty stream where my stupid ass lover fights the fucking bears. 

I venture to the stream where I see my bald lover and hairy mass of furry. I get close enough to my lover and see his mouth connected to a bear who's coat of fur was the color of shit. I cough loudly to get the attention of both of them. 

"Putin I am leaving your bitchy bear loving ass." I say as turn my back, flipping my dirty toupee and letting it flow in the wind.