“It was terrible!”
The Kushneratop’s skinny body shook, his shoulders hitching in gut-wrenching sobs. Puddles from his streaming dinosaur tears soaked into the dry ground beneath his carefully chewed claws, …
Author: David Belisle
I'm a novelist and screenwriter in search of the Great Guffaw. It's kind of like getting hit with a bucket of Gatorade. It's a good time that sticks with you.
Call me Ashtag …
He was a Trollertweety who went by the name Ashtag. He wasn’t much to look at, destined to forever fly under the radar. He knew deep down where twits didn’t tweet that he was as disposable as a Kushneratops. But that didn’t stop him from staring into the eyes of dark contempt before him. …
Who’s Afraid of Virginia Words? …
The Marinegunkelly stuck his head into the Oval Dwelling. The Tyrumposaurus was munching on his third Cheezbuggabugga.
“More bad news,” said the chief of staff. “The Sin Hut Committee just agreed with the Langleyops that the Russodinos meddled in your glorious defeat of the Crookadillary.” …
“He’s dying anyway.”
Walk it back. Walk it back. The Huckabeecyclops mumbled the words to herself as she plodded backwards down her favorite garden path outside the Oval Dwelling. It was her morning mantra saved for the soothing peace and quiet away …
The Viktorvekselberg …
The Rudygiuliani squatted before a visibly upset Tyrumposaurus. The T-Rump’s tail twitched nervously. The legal dino backed up a step, safely out of tail-whacking distance. One never knew when the T-Rump would lash out. …
The Punch & Rudy Show …
The Rudygiuliani smiled smugly across the flat rock table at the Muellersavus. He’d only been on board two weeks as the latest Tyrumposaurus legal dino, but was already making waves with the Mediacircustops. …
