The Igorfruman looked outside his cave and sighed. He was under cave arrest. His wife had left him the week before, leaving him with their three children in this dank 200-square foot cave. He couldn’t even take his kids to school. …
Category: The T-Rump Dig
Intent and Imminence …
The Mikepompeo peeked over the endless rows of corn, in the heart of Kansas-of-Dorothy. At last. He’d maintained a low profile and managed to get out of the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir, putting plenty of swamp miles behind him. …
Hold On, Nancy …
The crotchety old dino, the Moscowmitch, a.k.a. the Kentucky Gobbler, waggled a claw at the scrum of Mediacircustops.
“Haggle, haggle, haggle. There will be no haggling. No haggling, do you hear me? I will simply not allow it. Haggle, haggle, haggle.
Waggin’ the Dog Alone …
Oval Dwelling dino staffers scampered in all directions — away from the cantankerous commander in chief, the Tyrumposaurus. He was a dino not to be stifled or trifled with as he paced the large cave in front of his second in command. …
The T-Rump Dig Podcast … Days 1075 & 1079
Day 1075 — “The Waiting” … and … Day 1079 — “I Think Alone”
I Think Alone …
A burp broke the still night, reverberating off the Rudygiuliani’s bottom lip, startling a flock of Pterodactyls from their nearby perch and launching them into the darkness.
The Tyrumposaurus’ infamous legal dino squatted at the edge …
