The Anti-Trump Troubadour … 60+ Songs!
The two Okla-Tulsa workers went about their mundane task, taking turns with their tails, knocking down rock-by-rock the auxiliary flat rock lectern. Disgust weighed down their grunts. This was make work. The lectern had been set up for the secondary Tyrumposaurus rally point that never happened. …
Day 1243 — “Wasting My Time with You” … and Day 1247 — “Tulsa Time”
Sweat dripped profusely from the Tyrumposaurus rally campaign dino’s brow. He wiped it away, stealing a peek at the T-Rump.
“It’s not too late to cancel this thing.”
“Are you kidding me?!” roared the T-Rump. “There are millions of dinos out there. Millions! Do I have to get the Seanspicer in here to tell you that?”
The Mediacircustops, the Brianstelter, beamed at his guest, the Tyrumposaurus’ senior legal dino advisor, the Jennaellis. She had that look about her that said salty, sassy and able to snap at any moment.
“Thank you for joining us, Jenna.”
“Look, Brian, you just make sure to stick to the topic we agreed to discuss.”
Day 1236 — “Born Free” … and Day 1240 — “Back to Your Bunker”
“Okay, Stephen, battle plans. Where are we?”
The Stephenmiller grinned devilishly. Inwardly his evil heart did cartwheels through rings of fire as thoughts of indiscriminately tossing immigrant babies to land where they may danced in his head. He absolutely loved his job.
