The Anti-Trump Troubadour … 80+ Songs!
The Kushneratops had on his haughtily-elite-yet-blithely-cheap expression of ‘I know you are but what am I?”
The only problem was that he was staring into the beady eyes of senior dino judge, the always right honorable Josephputzpath, a.k.a. Death Row Joe. In the Vague-Hague no less, …
“This better be good,” said the Tyrumposaurus, settling into his squat. “It’s cutting into my executive time.”
The Markmeadows gritted his teeth.
“It’s all we have at this point to try and distract from the Covid virus killing 150,000 dinos. That’s a grim, telling number. …
The Tyrumposaurus entered the Oval Dwelling with a skip in his step.
“Hey, 100 days til the big November Battle Royale. Can you stand it? I can hardly wait to thrash that Sleepy Joebiden. He’ll never know what hit him.
“But your honor, you simply have to keep the Michaelcohen in the Solitary Sinkhole. It is absolutely necessary. Paramount, I say.”
The dino judge, the Alvinhellerstein, looked down his long snout at the dino probation dino officer before him, the Adampakula. …
The painstakingly-slow rolling rocks of progress were still ground to a halt in the Oval Dwelling as the Tyrumposaurus and his hangers-on of all stripes and colors — preferably on the shady side — contemplated their next move. …
Another day of rising Coronavirus cases across Dino Nation and another raucous day of finger-pointing, nose-disjointing and s-o-o-o disappointing of a meeting in the Oval Dwelling. The Tyrumposaurus sat as the Resolute Rock, looking at the confusion …
