Like a cow, humor must be milked daily.
This weekend, north of the Milkanhoney Preservation, came the collective roar of much celebrating by dinosaurs in Canadiana, home to the Backbaconsaurus. The ruckus reached the ears of the Tyrumposaurus, …
The Tyrumposaurus was on the warpath. Hunting for the Moscowmitch for the third time today. There was holy hell to pay. T-Rump world was crumbling around its maker. The Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir was being pulled apart. …
The Mikepompeo entered the dank, dimly lit cave. He was far from home, having traveled to the Italiaroma region of Ubruzzo-Ma-Placenta. The Secretary of Dino State made out the figure of another dino in the cave and approached him. …
Day 984 — “The Great Chasm” … and … Day 988 — “Mother”
The Mincepencenow ate his raw Bracchiosaurus ribs without even tasting them. The second in command to the Tyrumposaurus had a lot on his mind lately. While the T-Rump had made leveraging foreign leaders to dishing dirt on opponents a national pastime, …
The good dinos of the Milkanhoney Preservation were at the brink. Literally. Their very well being depended upon it. At their back were the somber, blowing, bellowing Winds of Impeachment, …
