Like a cow, humor must be milked daily.
The Amybermanjackson scowled down her snout at her prey. She’d just sentenced the Manaforta to an additional 43 months in the Solitary Sinkhole. Her nostril-flaring focus however, was on the Tyrumposaurus’ ex-battle campaign …
A hopeful Kushneratops looked across the flat rock table at the Saudisaurus crown prince. The prince was addressed as Embee-Yes by special decree, given that every Saudisaurae dino and the Tyrumposaurus’ senior adviser had to agree with him. …
The still night was broken by the dull roar of the dinosaur snore outside the small hamlet of Straightforward-up-to-Heaven. The droning, dozing dino was the Jerrynadler, lead tail wagger on the Kongrus Kave investigative committee. …
The CPAC venue buzzed with half-truths, hyperbole and dinosaur gas lighting that would make you faint. The raucous rhetoric left many a dino wondering what the Grandoldparty strategy even was. And so began the annual Captive Puppets Anonymous Conference. …
The Kongrus Kave Overbite Committee had been in session for hours. It was a public display of gnashing teeth, missing molars and political pandemonium not seen since the Watergate Strait when the Trickydickosaurus flashed a pair of two-claw victory salutes …
“The Hypocrisy Oath?”
The Tyrumposaurus looked up from the footprints in the sand at the Stephenmillerus.
“I think it’s my best work,” said the T-Rump’s senior advisor. “You know you’re only as mean as your last footprint.”
