The following statements should have been obvious, but I admit to having given the matter no thought up to now:
- There exists Donald Trump fanfiction.
- There exists sexually explicit Donald Trump fanfiction.
As Dave Barry is wont to say, I am not making this up:
He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious?
It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change.
I think I’d have bought it just for the Avril Lavigne reference.
At a buck ninety-nine for ten pages, it’s a rather pricey sort of prank, but what the hell. This is my Amazon review:
Amazingly scurrilous and vulgar, and therefore perfect for the subject matter at hand. And it’s short enough to enjoy in between — um, never mind, let’s not get too specific here. Suffice it to say that Trump fanfiction was inevitable, even (especially?) from nonfans, and this one delivers a cohesive story in full compliance with the infamous Rule 34.
At the time I submitted that review, the average was 4.7 stars out of five. We are truly doomed.