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Blinded by Science …

The ever-glib Mediacircustops, the Johnberman, was speaking with that Tyrumposaurus’ Wheelin’ Dealin’ special advisor you can’t keep down try as you might — the Peternavarro. The special advisor was harping about a new potential cure from the hopeful-but-still-sour end of the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir.

The Johnberman sized up the Peternavarro. This was like raiding a dodo bird’s nest in broad daylight.

“Peter, the good dino doc, the Tonyfaucci, said that the data at best is merely suggestive. There may be an effect. Maybe no effect. You can’t definitively say this.”

“John, the doctor can speak for himself but I would have two words for you. Cash cow. Let’s just not mention the bad stuff, okay? There are numerous studies that show a slurp or two of this just may be good for what ails you. Like Coronavirus. Sounds kinda like Crohn’s Disease, doesn’t it? Heck, it just might cure that too.”

“Hang on, hang on, Peter. Inquiring dino minds want to know. What weeds on God’s green earth have you been eating to make you think you can for one instant question the medicine of Doctor Faucci?”

“It’s not just about me. Let me put you in touch with a few dino docs on our side of the fence, if you promise not to dig too deep into their credentials. They can speak a lot more eloquently than me on this.”

“I’ll bet.”

“It’s like this, John. Dino docs disagree all the time. That gives me every right to enter the fray because I’m a social scientist, a PHD …”

“I’m sorry, did you say PHD?”

“Post Hyper Dementia. You see, I understand how to read statistics — I call’em stats for short — I know how to read’em whether they’re in medicine or law, economics or whatever, astrology or women’s issues, feng shui or fictional characters …”

“I’m sorry, that doesn’t qualify you to treat patients. You know it doesn’t qualify you.”

“Hang on, John. John, John, John, John. … John. All I’m asking is for you to understand. Just think a little outside that square thing, okay.”

“Dinos are going to be buried in that square thing.”

“Okay, okay. I admit it. You’re backing me into a corner now. My teeth are showing, John. Hear me growl. There are down sides to this. In some cases there are — God, I can’t believe I’m saying this, the T-Rump is going to kill me — negative effects.

“Not to put too fine a point on it. You mean deadly.”

The Peternavarro shrugged.

“Heart, vision, probably a few other things as well. Of course, the dino patient and doctor might want to talk it over first. I’m just here to get w-a-a-a-y out in front of it.”

“Peter, I’ve spoken with a few dino docs and they have been unanimous in their response. We don’t know. So, let’s be clear here, you are a social scientist dino with no medical training whatsoever who says that this is the cure. Why should we listen to you and not Doctor Faucci?

“Because it takes two dinos to have a debate and you know what, that reminds me. I’m gonna go and give that Doctor Faucci another piece of my mind. So you have a story for tomorrow. Did I tell you I know the finer points of publicity?”

With that, the Peternavarro up and left, a sneer on his face he couldn’t wait to put to good use.

The next day the Johnberman was strolling down a path in the neighborhood when he caught sight of a familiar image. It was the Peternavarro off to the side of the path downwind. As the Mediacircustops veteran drew closer, he saw that the Peternavarro appeared agitated. He also looked a little rough around the gills. The Johnberman paused. Was the Peternavarro talking to himself? The Johnberman suddenly felt a pang of guilt for raking the special advisor over the coals the previous day. He reached out to him.

“Peter, are you okay?”

Startled, the Peternavarro jumped back a foot. There was a wild look in his eyes as he looked past the Johnberman, seeing him but not seeing him, raising his short arms to the sky.

 

Ha!

It’s hydroxychloroquine

T-Rump’s doctors said to me

As sweet as any potion

So I spoke to Doctor Faucci

But he blinded me with science

He blinded me with science! 

He told me to efficacy

 

Yeah

Second opinion, right here

Science! 

I know nineteen chemicals

Science! 

Science! 

 

No, but it’s hydroxychloroquine

T-Rump’s doctors said to me

As sweet as any potion

When I spoke to Doctor Faucci

He blinded me with science

He blinded me with science! 

What’s therapeutically?

 

Did you know I’m a P–H–D?

Science!

I really like to study, you see

Science!

 

Ha! It’s hydroxychloroquine

A miracle, sure to be

No deaths in this promotion

But then that Doctor Faucci

He blinded me with science

He blinded me with science! 

You know I’m not some wannabe

 

Listen, I know medicine or law or whatever 

 

Cuz

Because I’ve got …

Qual-ifi-kay-shuns

I read for social, science and for fun!

Don’t call me a liar

For all my quotes

And all my crazy notions

But it’s Hydroxychloroquine

All these doctors said to me

As sweet as any potion

But then that damn Doctor Faucci

Huh, he blinded me with science

He blinded me with science! 

He blinded me with …

 

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You can hear the musical version of today’s post and previous T-Rump Digs at my podcast site at Podbean. Two new T-Rump tracks every Saturday. Enjoy!

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It’s My Stockpile …

The Mediacircustops at the daily Coronavirus task force briefing looked at one another in stunned silence. The Kushneratops had joined the T-Rump’s mostly stumble-bum crew. It was bad enough having to listen to the nonsense spewing from the T-Rump, but to put up with his snippy son-in-law as well? This was too much.

The Kushneratops stepped to the flat rock lectern. He was immediately greeted by a question from the Andersoncooper.

“I’m sorry, but I have to ask. What are you doing here?”

“Well, you need to appreciate that I too, need to occasionally step out for some fresh air.”

“You’re kidding, right? This is a Coronavirus briefing. Or at least it has been for the final ten or fifteen minutes, once your father-in-law finishes his 90-minute campaign rally.”

“I’m here with the T-Rump’s attack dino, the Peternavarro, to get Dino Nation back on it’s feet.”

“You mean you swooped in to play mister fix-it dino when you have little understanding of the behind-the-scenes problems of this pandemic. You’ve created a chaotic atmosphere that confuses the lines of authority.”

“I – I …” The Kushneratops was caught off guard. Now he knew why he spent so much time in a closed cave. These Mediacircustops were animals. “I was asked by the T-Rump to come in before  …”

“It was too late?” The Andersoncooper cut him off. “It’s been more than two months since the virus first hit us. And you’re showing up just now? How, um … thoughtful.”

“I’ve called this disease a most serious issue.”

“On the contrary, when the value of the moolah-moolah leaf began falling, you told the T-Rump to ‘shy away’ from this virus thing.”

“You … you’re rankling my nerves now.”

“Rankling? I’ll show you rankling. You told dino officials across the land you would handle their requests appropriately and it turned out you were dealing with favorites and friends first. I have to say that again. Favorites and friends. Others you saved for … rankling.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Could that be because you’ve been jumping from one shiny object to another? Oh, and let’s not forget two of your most often described character traits are, wait for it … pompous and condescending.”

The Kushneratops was clearly in a huff and a puff.

“That does it.”

“Are you leaving?”

“No, I’m singing.”

 

It’s my stockpile, and you’ll die before I do

Die before I do, die before I do

You could die too cuz I’m not here for you

Nobody knows where my moolah has gone

Or T-Rump’s at the same time

If you’re holding out your hand

Get to the back of the line

It’s my stockpile, and you’ll die before I do

Die before I do, die before I do

You could die too cuz I’m not here for you

Makin’ my deals, Saudis callin’ all night

Telling me things were hostile

They took advantage of me

But now there’s peace on the Nile

It’s my stockpile, and you’ll die before I do

Die before I do, die before I do

You could die too cuz I’m not here for you

Tyvanka and I, we walk through the door

Like a queen with her king

And when she says, oh, daddy

We can do anything

It’s my stockpile, and you’ll die before I do

Die before I do, die before I do

You could die too cuz I’m not here for you

Oh, it’s my stockpile, and you’ll die before I do

Die before I do, die before I do

You could die too cuz I’m not here for you

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You can hear the musical version of today’s post and previous T-Rump Digs at my podcast site at Podbean. Two new T-Rump tracks every Saturday. Enjoy!

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The T-Rump Dig Podcast … Days 1166 & 1170

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As the Coronavirus ravages the land, some Dino Nation governors are standing up for … what?! This week’s double-shot of T-Rump delirium-to-dance-to features: Day 1166 — “Get Back” and Day 1170 — “Gimme Shelter” … A hearty wag of the dino tail of course to the Beatles and the Rolling Stones. Enjoy!

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Gimme Shelter …

“Come on in. Step lively, dinos,”

The three dino governors trampled in before the Tyrumposaurus, long tails not so much wagging as ready to lodge between their legs in an instant. 

There was the Neverglades’ Rondesantis, the Briankemp from Sweet Georgia Down and the Gregabbott of Tinstar Texas.

The T-Rump eyed them with that measured gaze his aides immediately recognized as meaning he wished he was anywhere but here.  

“So I called you in here to sort some things out.”

He paused. The three visitors fidgeted in the uncomfortable silence.

“And those things would be …” ventured the Neverglades governor.

The T-Rump rose from his squat and headed for the exit.

“I’m leaving it to the Dino Nation’s leaders. You figure it out, Desenseless.”

“That’s Desantis.”

And the T-Rump was gone.

“I hate it when he does that,” said the Gregabbott.

“Yeah,” said the Briankemp. “Now we have to think for ourselves.”

The three dinos puzzled for several minutes. 

“Wait,” said the Rondesantis. “His demeanour. That’s it.”

“What’s it?” said the Gregabbott.

“This Stay in the Cave thing. The last time he said it, his demeanour ever so slightly changed. I remember thinking maybe it was something he ate, but no, that had to be it.”

“Are you sure?”

The Rondesantis shrugged.

“Not really. So I’ll put a Stay in the Cave order in place. Then I’ll immediately put a second order in place telling my dino officials that my guidelines supersede anything they have in place. They may think I’m restricting them but I’ll tell them I’m really not. Confuse the hell out of’em.

“Sounds pretty complicated,” said the Briankemp. “I’m just gonna keep it simple. Nothin’ super here. I’ll tell’em I didn’t know that dinos who weren’t sick could be spreadin’ the illness. And that I only found out about this in the last day or so.” 

The Gregabbott could only shake his head in wonder.

“Wow. Asymptomatic has only been the word of the day for 30 straight days.”

“ Ay … sim … toe … I give up. What’s it mean?”

“It means I’m going to wait a day before announcing anything because your two, ahem … excuses will just obscure mine. And I’m not going to call it a Stay in the Cave order. I’ll just say you can go out if you’re on an essential or important activity. After all, I may have 41 dead dinos, but there’s still a helluva lotta regions in Tinstar Texas without one case. Not a one.”

“Okay then,” said the Rondesantis. “Do I have a second that this was a productive meeting?”

“You can take all the time you want,” said the Briankemp.

“Uh, in closing, as is our usual custom then, at the end of our meetings …”

The Briankemp bounced up and down.

“Our song! We’re gonna sing our song.”

The Gregabbott nodded, the RondeSantis smiled, the winds whistled, stones rolled and their tails tapped out their own harsh beat of reality.

 

Ooh, T-Rump is threat’ning

Like he does everyday

And if I say take shelter

Oh yeah, he’s gonna make me pay

 

More millions, I almost got away 

I almost got away

More millions, I almost got away

I almost got away

 

Ooh, see the choir is weepin’

Our virus church today

Burns like a dragon’s gargle

For those we hold sway

 

More killin’, who am I to say

Who am I to say

More killin’, who am I to say

Who am I to say

 

I’m a sheep herder!

I just forgot the way

I just forgot the way

I’m a sheep herder!

I just forgot the day

I just forgot the day

I’m a sheep herder!

I just forgot to say

I just forgot to say

 

Ayup, T-Rump is threat’ning

Like he does everyday

Gimme, gimme shelter

Or he’s gonna make me pay

 

More millions, I almost got away

I almost got away

I almost got away

I almost got away

I almost got away

 

Push comes to shove, mister, It’s just a diss away

It’s just a diss away

It’s just a diss away

It’s just a diss away

It’s just a diss away

Diss away, diss away

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You can hear the musical version of today’s post and previous T-Rump Digs at my podcast site at Podbean. Two new T-Rump tracks every Saturday. Enjoy!

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Get Back …

It was a long march, but a happy march. A long line of dinos heading for the always pretty, never-less-than sun-baked beaches of the nirvana-inducing Neverglades. The trip was not only an annual pilgrimage, but a guilty privilege for many of the Sheepsheadsbayrae, the Flushingqueenserae, the Throgsneckerae, and so many more dinos making their way south from the cold, shivering Big Apple Orchard to the distant north. The chilly climes thawed in their memories with each ground-shaking step.

“Stop right there!”

The plodding dinos came to a halt, looking up at the grim-faced dino before them. They recognized him immediately as one of the T-Rump’s most devout, foot-licking sycophants, the Neverglades governing dino, the Rondesantis. A leather-lunged Bedfordstyerus in the large dino pack stepped forward. His pint-sized stature pointed to the predominant Joepescirus family species in his lineage.

“Hey, what’s da hold-up? I gotta date wit’ da beach!”

“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen,” said the governor.

“Why? Did ya move it? Hah!” the Bedfordstyerus turned to his pals. “Da Desantis here is playin’ hide’n seek wit’ da beach”

The Big Apple Orchard dinos chuckled heartily.

“Ahem. I’m afraid this is no laughing matter.”

“Oh, so we’s can’t laugh now, is dat it? Who died and made you king dino?”

“Well, if you must know, I just spoke with the T-Rump yesterday.”

“Oh, you don’t have to tell us how dat went. Just one t’ing, dough. How do dem feet taste? Huh?”

The Bedfordstyerus spit on the ground before the Rondesantis.

“Like dat? … Is dat how dey taste?”

“Actually I, uh … I don’t lick his feet any more.”

“Oh ya don’t, do ya? And why’s dat?”

The Rondesantis was too embarrassed to admit he’d graduated among the T-Rump’s cronies to become an A-List tail-licker. Because without the T-Rump’s backing, the Rondesantis would be just another dodgy dino wary of the incoming tide at Miami Reach.

“Uh, that’s not why I’m here. I am here to let you know that you are no longer, ahem … welcome in these parts.”

“Whaddaya mean not welcome? We been trekkin’ down to da beach here fuh years.”

“Well, that was all fine and dandy … once upon a time. But things are different now.”

The Bedfordstyerus turns to his buddies.

“Dude says t’ings are different. I don’t know. T’ings look da same to me. How ‘bout you?”

Nods all around. Which brought all eyes back upon the Rondesantis. The Bedfordstyerus frowned at him.

“C’mon, spit it out. What exactly is it you’re tryin’ to tell us?”

The Rondesantis found the gumption to stick out his jaw and say …

“Well, I’d like you to … I’d like you to … get back.”

“Hah! Get back? You’s funny like a clown. Whatta maroon! Fuhgeddabout it!”

But the Desantis stood his ground, stomped his feet to some far-off beat and delivered his full-throated message.

 

Cuomo is a thin skin, caught him as a moaner

Cuz he hoped this wouldn’t last

Cuomo said you could go south from the Corona

For the Neverglades en masse

 

Get back, get back

Get back, we need our short arms strong

Get back, get back

Get back to join your Brooklyn throng

Get back, Cuomo!

 

Go home

Get back, get back

Get back, we need our short arms strong

Get back, get back

Back to join your Brooklyn throng

Get back, Yo!

 

Sweet Letitia James thought she could nab T-Rump

But then really, no one can

All the dinos round here knows he will be comin’

He’s the only one who can

 

Oh, get back, get back

Get back, we need our short arms strong

Get back, get back

Get back, to join your Brooklyn throng

Get back, Letitia!

 

Go home

Oh, get back, get back

Get back, we need our short arms strong

Get back, get back

Get back to join your Brooklyn throng

 

Get back

Woo …

 

“Thanks, Yo. I’d like to say thank you on behalf of the Neverglades and remind you that you’re 900 miles from home. See ya!”

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The T-Rump Dig Podcast … Days 1159 & 1163

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This week’s two T-Rump traxx take us through: Day 1159 — “Spittin’ In The Pool” … The Randpaul plays by a different set of dino rules … and Day 1163 — “Ain’t No Lockdown” … The Coronavirus may be closing in but it’s business as usual for Tatereeves and the good folks of Ole-Muddy-Miss. Enjoy and if the spirit moves you, sing along!

A tip of the tail to Dire Straits and ELO!

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Ain’t No Lockdown …

A fuming Peternavarro, the Oval Dwelling’s Wheelin’-Dealin’ Adviser stormed into the private cave for Grandoldparty faithful. The old dino’s club, where the Rondesantis of the Neverglades, the Danielpatrick from Tinstar-Texas and the Tatereeves from Ole-Miss-Muddy squatted, dragged tails and swapped stories from another Coronavirus kind of day. 

“What’s nippin’ at your tail now, Peter?” asked the Rondesantis.

“That damn Briannakeilar. Told me I was wasting her time. Wasting her time, she said!”

“Well, what did you tell her?”

“I told her not to sensationalize this whole Coronavirus thing. She’s blowing it w-a-a-a-y out of proportion. You’d think dinos were dying all over the place.”

“Check.”

“And how the T-Rump was the first dino to put the kabash on the Chopstickchowmein tryin’ to migrate over here. That’s what he did. The first big Be-All, End-All step. Huge move.”

“Yep.”

“And how the Obamarus left us with nothin’, absolutely nothin’ to work with. We threw all their dinos and ideas out because they weren’t any good and that’s what we’re left with. Nothin’. Because of them. Four years ago. It’s – it’s a lingering disaster.”

The Rondesantis smirked.

“Okay, well then. Those are all great talking points straight from the top. You did good, Peter. Don’t worry about it. I certainly don’t. I could’ve shut down my Spring Break beaches days earlier but I left that for other dinos to decide. I don’t need the hassle. Just you wait for me to point the finger though. … Say, did you hear that one young dino who said, “If I get corona, I get corona. At the end of the day, I’m not gonna let it stop me from partying.” I like that attitude. But then he had to go and apologize. He didn’t even get Corona. What is up with that?”

“That’s what I keep saying,” said the Danielpatrick. “Look at me, I’m old and I’m just simply not gonna live in fear. No sirree. Like I was tellin’ the Tuckercarlson the other day. I said, you know, Tucker, no one reached out to me and said as a senior dino, are you willing to take a chance on your survival in exchange for keeping the Milkanhoney Preservation — that all Milkanhoney Preservation loves — for your little dinos and their little dinos and so on? And if that’s the exchange, then I’m all in.”

“That’s impressive, Dan,” said the Rondesanto. “You’re really takin’ one for the team there. Kinda takes you off the team, but you’ve had a pretty good dino life, right? What do you think about that, Tate?”

The Tatereeves got to his feet and began rocking sideways, thumping his big dino feet and snapping his tail against the cave wall.

 

You got our biz-ness fallin’ w-a-a-a-y behind

You got me thinkin’ ‘bout T-Rump’s crazy mind

Ain’t no lockdown, no no no no no 

I’ll tell you once more, stayin’ home’s just a bore

Ain’t no lockdown

 

You wanna stay out with your fancy friends

I’m tellin’ you — maybe — it’s not the end

Ain’t no lockdown, no no no no no 

I’ll tell you once more, we gotta get off the floor!

Ain’t no lockdown

 

Ain’t no lockdown

Ain’t no lockdown

Ain’t no lockdown

Ain’t no lockdown

 

What happens now to everyone you know?

They are dust in the wind, ready to blow

Ain’t no lockdown, no no no no no, 

I’ll tell you once more, it’s just a little cold sore

Ain’t no lockdown

 

You’re always talkin’ ‘bout your sleepless nights

One of these days, I’ll see ya get last rites

Ain’t no lockdown, no no no no no 

I’ll tell you once more, we gotta open the door!

Ain’t no lockdown

 

Ain’t no lockdown

Ain’t no lockdown

Ain’t no lockdown

Ain’t no lockdown

 

You’re lookin’ good, I’m sure this virus will pass

One of these days, you gotta move your ass

Ain’t no lockdown, no no no no no no no no 

I’ll ask you once more, what are we waitin’ for?!

Ain’t no lockdown

 

You got me waitin’, should be makin’ some hay

You got me givin’ the ‘all clear,’ today!

Ain’t no lockdown, no no no no no 

I’ll ask you once more, who wants a dangerous chore?

Ain’t no lockdown, down, down, down, down, down

 

I’ll tell you once more, we gotta win this here war!

Ain’t no lockdown

 

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You can hear the musical version of today’s post and previous T-Rump Digs at my podcast site at Podbean. Two new T-Rump tracks every Saturday. Enjoy!

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Spittin’ in the Pool …

The Randpaul from Kentucky-Muckity-Muck sat in the corner of the Sin Hut private pool by himself. He was a small-framed dino suffering from ADD — Agitating Dino Disorder. Reclining in the fart-controlled swamp waters, he took in the other Sin Hut dinos twenty feet distant on the periphery. They were all soaking their tired, aching bones after spending another long day arguing about how many moolah-moolah leaves to make available for the big and the little dinos during this Coronavirus outbreak that was ravaging the land.

The lagoon was supposed to be closed because of the virus but nobody tells a Sin Hut dino what to do without getting their head bitten off. The tepid swamp waters felt good and the Randpaul forgot to grimace as he normally did whenever he recalled The Incident. Two and a half years ago, he’d complained about his neighbour eating his grass and was promptly, viciously attacked. The Randpaul would turn a deaf ear to those who claimed the brawl came about because of his toxic combo of Agitated Dino Disorder and snarky repartee.  

He sniffed, then noticed two Utah-Whut-Utah Sin Hut dinos, the Mittromney and the Mikelee making their way down the path toward him. He waved and the two dinos came over, plopping down into the water beside him. The Mittromney grinned magnanimously at him. Because that’s how the Utah-What-Utah dino always grinned.

“Nobody sittin’ with you again, Rand?”

“I’m not surprised. They’ve all got their own damn issues. Nobody wants to listen to my ideas because I’m thinking outside the box.”

The Mikelee piped up.

“Rand, nobody cares about the Afghanistan-Banana-Stand these days. It’s Corona, Corona, Corona. We’ve got mouths to feed. These are dire straits.”

“I suppose.”

The Randpaul’s sigh was followed by a small tickle in the back of his throat. On dino instinct, he inhaled deeply, a long, throaty mucus intake. He then hocked a long loogie, letting it fly. Except the Randpaul was a loogie-hocking rookie. Said loogie did not travel very far, landing dangerously close to the Mittromney’s tail. 

“Excuse me, did you just spit in the pool?”

The Randpaul jumped to his feet.

 

I was goin’ to Kentucky though

It was some shindig, big dino show 

Met the mayor’s wife, y’ know

My fever? Never did see it show 

Yeah … gonna kinda cheat

Dance … to the dino beat

Yeah … didja see me drool?

Spittin’ in the, spittin’ in the

In the pool

I’m spittin’ in the pool

I’m spittin’ in the pool

Spittin’ in the pool

Sitting in the deep end now

Hope, hope, hopin’ I’m not positive

You wanna hear a story? My neighbour went pow!

Broke six ribs, a helluva blow

Yeah … gonna kinda cheat

Dance … to the dino beat

Yeah … didja see me drool?

Spittin’ in the …

In the pool

Spittin’ in the pool

Spittin’ in the pool

Yeah, spittin’, spittin’ in the pool

And about this stimulation

Needing moolah for our nation

As a former doctor, here’s my outreach

I don’t practice what I preach

So one, a two

A one, a two, a three

Ptooey!

I’m just spittin’ in the pool

I’m a spittin’ fool

You got me spittin’ in the pool

Yeah, spittin’, spittin’ in the pool

M-m-m, I love a good dispute

I’m such a skinny brute

And then maybe, in my dreams

I will take the time to quarantine

Yeah … gonna kinda cheat

Dance  … to the dino beat

Oh, yeah … didja see me drool?

Spittin’ in the, I’m just spittin’ in the

Oh, in the pool, spittin’ in the pool

I’m a spittin’ fool, just spittin’, yeah, spittin’

Spittin’ in the pool

Everybody watch me just spit, spit

I’m a spittin’ fool

You got me spittin’ in the pool

Oh, spittin’, spittin’ IN the pool

Spittin’ … I’m a spittin’ fool

You got me spittin’ in the pool

Oh, spittin’, spittin’ in the pool

Now, everybody got to watch me spittin’

I’m a spittin’ fool

You got me spittin’ in the pool

Yeah, spittin’, spittin’ IN the pool

Water’s fine, Mitch!

I’m gonna spit up, spittin’ in the pool

I’m a spittin’ fool, just spittin’

Woah, spittin’, spittin’ in the pool

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The T-Rump Dig Podcast … Days 1152 & 1156

https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-i3wvp-d6d236

A new weekend and two new T-Rump Traxx. We venture into Day 1152 — “Free Fallin'” … where the Coronavirus has the Dino Nation’s Sawbonesaurus, the Jeromeadams, wondering if he’s the right dino doc for the job. … Then on Day 1156 — “Stayin’ Home,” a well meaning dino couple are suddenly faced with the prospect of spending some serious Cave Time together.