Like a cow, humor must be milked daily.
https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-pczxe-bf7dcc This week’s T-Rump Dig podcast features: Day 963 — I Have Esteem … The Elijahcummings preaches to the T-Rump. Bigly. … and … Day
“C’mere, son. Pull up a rock.”
The Tyrumposaurus watched as his son, the T-Rump Jr. looked around the Oval Dwelling. All the available squatting rocks were either too small or too large to push around.
“Oh,” said the T-Rump. “That’s right. All the rocks are getting washed this week. You’ll have to squat on the floor.”
“Be careful, T-Rump. Watch your step.”
The Stephaniegrisham carefully led the dino ruler through the ravaging flood waters of Charleston Landing. She’d most recently been the Mediacircustops dino for the Oval Dwelling until a devastating loss
It was a somber gathering. Tyrumposaurus tail-waggers and several dino officials from the Permian Basin in the Land of Longhorns squatted behind a flat rock. More of their underlings squatted behind them, short arms folded, quietly licking their chops. …
Day 949 — Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner … and … Day 953 — The Bed Bug Boogaloo.
The Mickmulvaney squatted before the Tyrumposaurus in the Oval Dwelling. The chief of staff dino’s face was flushed, he was breathless and perspiring per usual. Catering to the T-Rump’s every whim was a demanding, demeaning, thankless job. …
