Trump X Putin

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It was a stormy night in mother Russia. A man that goes by the name of Vladimir Putin sits at his office desk, the only light source in the room being his $50 used Macintosh Plus opened up to CS:GO running at 3 FPS . As he stared at his lifeless screen, he realized his very purpose in life right then and there. What was the point of anything? Why does he continue to keep living on a life he has no enjoyment in? President of Russia? What a joke! He sold his family just to gain position of a role as leader of a country that's just a big joke! Depression started looming over Putin just like Hilary Clinton's deleted E-Mails. He opened up his office window, preparing to jump to his bloody doom when just them, his phone started ringing. He went over to pick it up. "Um...hey Putin". Putin recognized the voice immediately as none other than Donald J. Trump. Him and Trump had a very intimate relationship. They would Twitter DM for hours on end. "So...what did you call for?" Putin asked. "Due to my men---I mean Obama wire tapping into your office, I saw that you were just about to end your life, what's bothering you Putin?"