Category: Satire

They squatted like so many bumps on a log. Big but suddenly unimportant bumps. It was moving out day at the Oval Dwelling and the Tyrumposaurus, his offspring and their forlorn family broods waited patiently in an open clearing in the jungle. …

The Mikelindell, a dino entrepreneur with a one-of-kind rock pillow that guaranteed sleep if you fell from at least ten feet, shook his head emphatically at the T-Rump.
“No, the Joebiden most certainly didn’t win the election.” …

“Alright then,” the Tyrumposaurus said to his family and final hangers-on gathered around him in the Oval Dwelling. His tone had that long familiar ring of the devil dino just before he fleeced your soul. …

“Who do they think they are? I’m asking you, just who the hell do they think they are?!”
“I don’t know, mother.”
The Mincepencenow lowered his gaze to the ground. He hated it when his wife got mad. …