Like a cow, humor must be milked daily.
His large, spongy feet had barely stamped the government spending bill — avoiding his record fourth shutdown of the government — when the Tyrumposaurus turned to the Mediacircustops and said, “and now I’m calling for a national emergency. …
There came a royal knock and the Oval Dwelling occupants quickly rose from their collective squats. The Crown Dino of the Saudisaurae, the Muhammedbensalman, or MBS as the Mediacircustops called him, …
The Mattwhitaker looked up, surprised at the sight of his mock hearing dino coach, the Rudygiuliani.
“I thought the Jaysekulow was going to prep me.”
“Change of plans. Since the only hope we have of winning this thing is in the court of public opinion, …
The Super Bowl had arrived in the Mylanta Gorge, a deep, bowl-shaped Georgian valley. It was a yearly celebration, a time when dinos young and old came to behold this spectacle where pigskins filled the air. …
The walls were closing in. Huge granite walls engrained with grit and guilt, suffocating his soul.
The Mattwhitaker had been doing just fine, thank you very much, sailing along, announcing criminal charges against some large Telecommunicus dinos …
The Rogerstone spotted a pair of slow-moving salamanders and scooped them up. He offered one to the Jeromecorsi and they squatted there beside a walk-up, enter-at-your-own-risk Brooklyn Brownstone cave. …
