You could cut the apoplexy with a sharp-edged rock. The third and final debate between the Tyrumposaurus and the Joebiden was underway in the bubbling backwater of Gnash-at-Will in the Tennis Shoe footprint of Dino Nation. …
Category: Satire
Hunterbiden …
“I was terrible out there. Terrible! That was the worst. How could you let this happen to me? How could you, Mark?”
A panicked Tyrumposaurus slumped behind his rocky, resolute monolith desk. The Markmeadows wiped his sweaty brow and tread carefully, …
Debate Pretender …
“I’m going to talk now about the Crookadillary,” droned on the Mincepencenow.
“Mr. Vice President,” said the Susanpage, moderator of the Vice Presidential Dino Debate. “You are over your two minutes.” …
We Miss You …
The Moscowmitch was beside himself with glee. News of the Ruthbaderginsburg’s passing had just reached his cave twenty minutes earlier and he was already planning on filling her vacancy on the Dino Supreme Court. …
Changes …
“Idiots! You’re all dimwitted, swamp water-sucking idiots!”
The Tyrumposaurus’ nostrils flared, fresh slime oozing from them, dripping down his chin onto the floor. It gave new consideration to social distancing …
In the Air All Right …
“Why did you lie to Dino Nation and why should we trust what you have to say now?”
The question from the Mediacircustops in the front row to the Tyrumposaurus froze the other veteran Mediacircustops. Had the dino gone mad? The Bobwoodward had caught the T-Rump saying he knew how deadly …
