Like a cow, humor must be milked daily.
The Rodrosenstein stopped at the entrance to the Oval Dwelling and sighed. The legal dinos at Bite, Wuntz & Swallow had told him there would be days like this at DOJ — Dinos Open Jawed. …
The Peterstrzok leaned back in the hideaway love nest he shared with the Lisapage. His long tonque met hers in a long, slow, slobbery French kiss as the two Langleyops dinos basked in the matinee naughtiness …
The Tyrumposaurus’ chief of staff stood in sullen silence at his accustomed position inside the doorway to the Oval Dwelling. The Marinegunkelly had fallen long and hard from his heady military days as a key dino warfare strategist. …
The Tyrumposaurus looked down and smiled at the pleasant kissing sounds coming from his feet.
(Smack.) “Blessed.” (Smack. Smack.) “Blessed.” (Smack.) “Blessed. Blessed.”
It had been going on for several minutes. …
The Tyrumposaurus stepped off the beaten path deep inside the Virgin-Yall Forest. He’d just finished lapping up most of a large mud puddle. Bladder full, he squatted beside a whispering willow and proceeded to relieve himself. …
Short arms flailing, the Tyrumposaurus scurried around the Oval Dwelling between a dejected Stephenmillerus and the T-Rump’s new chief of staff in charge of communications, the Billshineola. …
