Your Bi-Weekly Trumpassic Period Poop
The Mikepompeo peeked over the endless rows of corn, in the heart of Kansas-of-Dorothy. At last. He’d maintained a low profile and managed to get out of the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir, putting plenty of swamp miles behind him. …
Day 1082 — “Waggin’ the Dog Alone” … and Day 1086 — “Hold On, Nancy” …
The crotchety old dino, the Moscowmitch, a.k.a. the Kentucky Gobbler, waggled a claw at the scrum of Mediacircustops.
“Haggle, haggle, haggle. There will be no haggling. No haggling, do you hear me? I will simply not allow it. Haggle, haggle, haggle.
Oval Dwelling dino staffers scampered in all directions — away from the cantankerous commander in chief, the Tyrumposaurus. He was a dino not to be stifled or trifled with as he paced the large cave in front of his second in command. …
Day 1075 — “The Waiting” … and … Day 1079 — “I Think Alone”
A burp broke the still night, reverberating off the Rudygiuliani’s bottom lip, startling a flock of Pterodactyls from their nearby perch and launching them into the darkness.
The Tyrumposaurus’ infamous legal dino squatted at the edge …
