Post by Chastity Temple on Apr 24, 2019 10:35:47 GMT -5
Recently the OCW office received a video of what appears to home security footage. The home in question appears quite large and luxurious. It's also very white. It is a white house. Inside an office that is oval located in the west wing of this white house, a man sits behind a desk looking resolute. Residents of Topeka would recognize him as Donald J Temple, brash local businessman. With him is his weaselly assistant Byron Binder.
DJT: Look at these polling numbers! They're so awful they have to be fake! But if they're aren't... but they are... but if they're not, my campaign for mayor is in the pooper!
Byron: By pooper do you mean the toilet or the rectum?
DJT: It doesn't matter, Byron! You're supposed to be my chief adviser!
Byron: I prefer "toady," sir.
DJT: Whatever. How do I fix this?
Byron: I suggest a hardline stance on immigration.
DJT: Good idea! I can promise to deport all the illegals out of Topeka!
A woman's voice from under the desk chimes in.
Woman's voice under the desk: Que?
DJT: Not you, Consuela. My wife would never take care of the things you do.
Woman's voice under the desk: You mean the housecleaning?
DJT: Sure. That too.
Just then, the door opens to the office that is oval in the house that is white and in walks Chastity Temple looking quite perturbed.
Chastity: Daddy!
DJT: Baby!
Woman's voice under the desk: Eek!
DJT: Shh!
Chastity: Did I just hear Consuela?
Byron: Uh... no. That was me. I squeal like a girl.
Chastity: Yeah, you really do.
DJT: Something that you needed, honey? Daddy's busy with his campaign.
Chastity: Did you see the video of me that aired on Massacre?
DJT: Oh yeah. I watched it over and over. And over. And ooooooooh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Damn!
Donald J Temple's face turns red and his body shakes. Several tense seconds pass before he pounds his desk with his fist and then suddenly relaxes. He pants heavily, sweat on his brow. After a few deep breaths, he takes a box of tissue off his desk and passes down underneath.
Chastity: Are... you OK, Daddy?
DJT: Never better, baby. I just share your anger about that video. So... so many upskirt shots.
Byron: Not enough of your feet.
DJT: Don't make it weird, Byron.
Chastity: How am I so supposed to work in OCW after being humiliated like that? I wanted to lean out the degeneracy of that place and instead I made it worse! Maybe I should quit.
DJT: Never! Temples don't quit! I've never quit anything except two marriages, a handful of businesses, a few lawsuits, and that first time I ran for mayor. But other than that, never! You can't let one setback keep you down.
Chastity: You're right, Daddy! I'll make a comeback, just like Jesus after His crucifiction!
DJT: Sure, those two things are exactly the same. Now run along so Daddy can get back to his campaign.
Chastity: OK! Bye, Daddy!
DJT: Bye, baby!
Byron: Bye, Chastity!
Chastity looks at Byron blankly, then a shiver runs through her body. As soon as she leaves the office the voice under the desk speaks up.
Woman's voice under the desk: Can I come out now?
DJT: Not yet, Consuela. My bone spurs are acting up so I'll need you to give me a foot massage while you're down there.
Byron: Oooooo! Can I help?
DJT: You're making it weird again, Byron.
At that point the video quite thankfully cuts out, leaving Donald J Temple's foot massage to our imaginations.
DJT: Look at these polling numbers! They're so awful they have to be fake! But if they're aren't... but they are... but if they're not, my campaign for mayor is in the pooper!
Byron: By pooper do you mean the toilet or the rectum?
DJT: It doesn't matter, Byron! You're supposed to be my chief adviser!
Byron: I prefer "toady," sir.
DJT: Whatever. How do I fix this?
Byron: I suggest a hardline stance on immigration.
DJT: Good idea! I can promise to deport all the illegals out of Topeka!
A woman's voice from under the desk chimes in.
Woman's voice under the desk: Que?
DJT: Not you, Consuela. My wife would never take care of the things you do.
Woman's voice under the desk: You mean the housecleaning?
DJT: Sure. That too.
Just then, the door opens to the office that is oval in the house that is white and in walks Chastity Temple looking quite perturbed.
Chastity: Daddy!
DJT: Baby!
Woman's voice under the desk: Eek!
DJT: Shh!
Chastity: Did I just hear Consuela?
Byron: Uh... no. That was me. I squeal like a girl.
Chastity: Yeah, you really do.
DJT: Something that you needed, honey? Daddy's busy with his campaign.
Chastity: Did you see the video of me that aired on Massacre?
DJT: Oh yeah. I watched it over and over. And over. And ooooooooh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Damn!
Donald J Temple's face turns red and his body shakes. Several tense seconds pass before he pounds his desk with his fist and then suddenly relaxes. He pants heavily, sweat on his brow. After a few deep breaths, he takes a box of tissue off his desk and passes down underneath.
Chastity: Are... you OK, Daddy?
DJT: Never better, baby. I just share your anger about that video. So... so many upskirt shots.
Byron: Not enough of your feet.
DJT: Don't make it weird, Byron.
Chastity: How am I so supposed to work in OCW after being humiliated like that? I wanted to lean out the degeneracy of that place and instead I made it worse! Maybe I should quit.
DJT: Never! Temples don't quit! I've never quit anything except two marriages, a handful of businesses, a few lawsuits, and that first time I ran for mayor. But other than that, never! You can't let one setback keep you down.
Chastity: You're right, Daddy! I'll make a comeback, just like Jesus after His crucifiction!
DJT: Sure, those two things are exactly the same. Now run along so Daddy can get back to his campaign.
Chastity: OK! Bye, Daddy!
DJT: Bye, baby!
Byron: Bye, Chastity!
Chastity looks at Byron blankly, then a shiver runs through her body. As soon as she leaves the office the voice under the desk speaks up.
Woman's voice under the desk: Can I come out now?
DJT: Not yet, Consuela. My bone spurs are acting up so I'll need you to give me a foot massage while you're down there.
Byron: Oooooo! Can I help?
DJT: You're making it weird again, Byron.
At that point the video quite thankfully cuts out, leaving Donald J Temple's foot massage to our imaginations.