FF- Friday Fictioneers
copyright: Ted Strutz
"Why not, dude?"
"It cost $450 a night, and it looks like it was hit by the comet that destroyed the dinosaurs."
"Well, yeah, a ceiling would have been nice."
"And a toilet in the middle of the room yet! Got no choice but to use it."
"Go ahead, dude; I'll start picking out the bedbugs."
"Hey, dude! Now I know why they charge so much for this lousy room. The toilet was designed by Donald Trump himself."
"What do you mean?"
"I just took a poop and what do you know? My shit smells like flowers!"
Sorry about the use of that four letter word here, but it was necessary for my take on the picture prompt above involving what one alleged presidential candidate erroneously thinks about himself.
I promise I will never use the word "poop" again. Scout's honor.
You can check out whether the other Friday Fictioneers sank to my level of depravity or walked the straight and narrow in their responses to the picture prompt by clicking here. Please enjoy, but by all means when you're finished don't forget to put the toilet seat down.