The new dish had to be perfect. It was overall perfect already, it just needed to be executed perfectly. That damn woman keeps adding one grain too much of salt, idiot.
But after a few relentless hours, it was finished. The perfect glass of water. But it wasn't just any water, it was a slightly caramelized tenderloin with roasted asparagus with a caviar-butternut squash reduction but combined and strained into the texture of water.
Yeah it was some Willy Wonka shit but Trump deserves only the best. "MATILDA RAMSAY GET THE CAVIAR-BUTTERNUT SQUASH REDUCTION HERE RIGHT NOW OR I WON'T FEED YOU TODAY NIGHT!" I yelled.
I know it may seem that I hate my family, and that's true. I bet you were expecting me to say, "But," weren't you? Well your sorry ass was wrong. There's only one person I love and that's Donald Trump. So your sorry asses can go complain about another spiteful person like my bestie Simon Cowlick. Tell him Condom Ramsay sent you, soap licker.
Now, you can go and FUCK OFF.
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Quirky Trump x Gordon Ramsay
Romance** Disclaimer: I wrote this a little while back, but currently (6/13/20), everything is so fucking awful that I can't joke about this anymore ** A romance we'd all suspect. Donald J. Trump eats at Gordon Ramsay's restaurant, and what happens next is...
