Slurp. Slurp. Lick. Lick. Slurp. Lick.
Tongues wagged, saliva dripped and the mass exfoliation continued upon the Tyrumposaurus’ soiled, stinky feet. It was the daily foot-licking session in the Oval Dwelling.
Category: Satire
Watergate? Just Wait! …
“You want to run that by me again?”
Milkanhoney Preservation District Dino Judge, the Amitmehta, stared down from his lofty, rocky perch at the T-Rump legal dino, the Williamconsovoy.
“Certainly, your long-tailedness. You see, we simply can’t have those dastardly Donkeykongrus dinos …
Be Worst …
“Donald!”
The Tyrumposaurus cocked an ear and frowned. Damn. It was the Tymelania. He swallowed the rest of his Dietcoker and trudged to the doorway of the Oval Dwelling.
“May I come in?” she asked.
“What do you want?”
“I’m your wife, remember?” …
The 12 Days of T-Rump’s Mess …
“We can’t trust him! We can’t.”
The T-Rump glared at the sorry lot of sycophants before him.
“He is a legal dino,” offered the Stephenmillerus.
“And he liked you. Once,” said the Mickmulvaney.
“You just watch,” said the T-Rump. …
Huckabee’s Hike …
“W-h-i-i-i- … W-h-i-i-i- …”
Try as she might, the Huckabeecyclops simply couldn’t whistle on her way to work. But she wouldn’t let that spoil her Monday. Not a chance.
I have the best job in the world she thought. I don’t have to do anything.
Soul Eater …
The Linseygraham’s tail slapped down hard on the flat rock. Twice. The Sin Hut Hearing was in session. The toady Williambarr and his indelible frown squatted before the Donkeykongrus and Grandoldparty Sin Hutters. His prospects indeed looked grim.
