Like a cow, humor must be milked daily.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you, George.”
The Kellyanneconvixway blinked her bloodshot eyes.
Okay, now that we got that out of the way, tell me, how are you going to screw up my life today?”
The dino dust had settled. For an hour at least. The Midterm Mayhem had left a tale of heart break and home-wrecking not seen since the Great Brachiosaurus Bronchitis Outbreak of the late Justkiddin Gestation Period. …
It was the day before the Midterm Mayhem. You could cut the tension with a jagged-edged dinosaur bone. The Tyrumposaurus paced the Oval Dwelling, racking his walnut brain for the impossible dream. That is, the perfect divisional diatribe. …
All was quiet on the Puhl-DePlugg front. Only because the Tyrumposaurus, the Stephenmillerus and the Mitchgetbacktowork busied themselves stuffing their gobs with the low-hanging, fruity blossoms of a large Sweet Patooty tree. …
The Huckabeecyclops bit a chaw off her private peyote stock, swallowed and stowed the rest of it on her head where she could keep her eye on it. Her Cyclops eye. Apart from a burning need to lie, the peyote was her only vice. …
Billyjoe and Billybob, a pair of Red Neck Nukkledraggerz from the very hilly Billy Blue Bayou, settled into their side-by-side squats for the upcoming Tyrumposaurus rally at the Carolinas’ Charred Flats. The two cousins were hard-core T-Rump followers, …
