It was a long march, but a happy march. A long line of dinos heading for the always pretty, never-less-than sun-baked beaches of the nirvana-inducing Neverglades. The trip was not only an annual pilgrimage, but a guilty privilege …
Ain’t No Lockdown …
A fuming Peternavarro, the Oval Dwelling’s Wheelin’-Dealin’ Adviser stormed into the private cave for Grandoldparty faithful. The old dino’s club, where the Rondesantis of the Neverglades, the Danielpatrick from Tinstar-Texas and the Tatereeves …
