The Joebiden looked up at the gleaming sun and smiled anew. It was going to be a great day. He’d just announced he’d be seeking leadership of the Donkeykongrus party. Now to get out and about, start raking in the moolah-moolah leaves. …
Category: The Trump Dig
A Posse’s Creed …
“A little more, a little to the right.”
The Jimjordan’s tail pointed directions from behind the massive boulder. A huge Brontosaurus pushed the stone in front of the cave, concealing the Jimjordan and the Markmeadows inside and in the dark.
Preemptive Scrum …
The large, squat, toad-like Williambarr gazed out at the massive gathering of Mediacircustops. It was Act 28 of his long-running play at upstaging the Muellersavus report, 400-plus footprints in the sand …
Mad Max Beyond Mnuchin Home …
There was a tail rapping on the outside of his cave. The Stevenmnuchin rose and slowly plodded his way to the entrance. He gasped as he saw the visiting dinosaur.
It was the Maxinewaters.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m with the Welcome Wagon.” …
The Lowering of the Williambarr …
Several burly Constablebobbies from the Piccadilly Circle dragged the Julianassange out of his Ecuadorian-by-the-Sea cave. The main keeper of the Wikileakibeak had been holed up there for seven long years and was not going quietly. …
“Mytaxes Returnus? Never!” …
“This is a hill and dinos would be willing to die on it,” the Hogangidley said with his chest swelled for added emphasis. He coughed. His chest caved. “No, ahem. Really, I would.”
The issue at hand was the Donkeykongrus’ request for the Tyrumposaurus’ mytaxes returnus. …
David Belisle 