Kayleigh McEnany most messable

 

Kayleigh McEnany most messable

Kayleigh McEnany was put in a positon of great importance in the government. She was not someone who was well thought of by anyone beyond those walls though. She was obnoxious, annoying and sometimes less than honest. On the other hand she had a very difficult task keeping up with all the dishonesty and corruption that went on in Washington. She ended up resigning as many others had done before her. Before that happened though, she was voted the most deserving woman of a messing in the world. She deserved what she was going to get entirely. Since she was resigning and the people in power were secretly a bit annoyed by this, they did not stop it from happening.

She was stood at a podium as she had been for her duties previously. All of the press from around the world were there addressing her. There was yet another controversy that had sprung up as there seemed to be daily. She was sometimes someone who was in a position where she had to deal with questions about things that were almost indefensible. She had to toe the line and repeat what she was told to say. On this occasion though, she was asked something very different from a member of the press. “It has been reported that you were voted the most deserving female in the country of receiving a messing.” She looked very annoyed by this. “Is this a question?,” she snapped,” That is just fake news, I am sure drummed up by the media.” “You can’t just dismiss anything you don’t like by saying it is fake news. To be honest, the vast majority of the people in the country would agree with the assessment. You won by a landslide as well, by the way.” “Why are you wasting all of our time with this nonsense? This is ridiculous.” “Actually, you are the one who is ridiculous and you will be getting exactly what you deserve.” She fumed, shaking her head in anger. “Why don’t we just move on to the next question shall we?” At least she didn’t storm out.

The press members were all snickering. “What are you giggling at?,” she raged. They could not contain their excitement. Just as she said this, she heard a noise coming from above her. She was dressed in a tight fitting blue green dress. As she looked up, gallons of thick, gloppy brown gunge started to pour down upon her from above. It looked a bit like beef stew or something in thick brown gravy. It poured down over her blonde hair, all over her face and down her dress and body. The press started snapping photos, capturing every second of what was happening. She closed her eyes as she was showered in the thickest, sloppiest brown muck imaginable.

She was extremely vein and haughty. She was mortified to be covered in revolting mess. She threw her hands in the air and screamed. “What the f is this? You think this is funny? I will get you back for this. I swear it. You can’t do this to me. I am better than you.”

The whole country enjoyed seeing this happen to her. No one came to her defence. She had stepped down and would never be seen or heard from again.