David Belisle

Billyjoe and Billybob, a pair of Red Neck Nukkledraggerz from the very hilly Billy Blue Bayou, settled into their side-by-side squats for the upcoming Tyrumposaurus rally at the Carolinas’ Charred Flats. The two cousins were hard-core T-Rump followers, …

“Perfect,” said the T-Rump.
“I think it’s a winner,” said the Stephenmillerus with an extra devilish grin.
The two dinos were very pleased with their latest, greatest rallying cry for November’s Midterm Mayhem.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir, the Cryingchuck shook his head and smirked. …

“Kelly! Get in here!”
The gnarled, downtrodden, hollow-eyed Chief of Dino Staff entered the Oval Dwelling where the Tyrumposaurus and security bigwig, the Johnbolton, squatted together. …

Grade three was in session at the little red rock school in the Sandy Harmonica Stratified District. The Missusfiske held court with a dozen little 8-year-old dinos, all eagerly attacking their latest lesson, making footprints of different shapes in the sand. All except the young Stephenmillerus. …

The Mediacircustops gathered around the hastily called gathering inside the Oval Dwelling. The Tyrumposaurus squatted on his rocky throne with the ever dour Stephenmillerus at his side. The Mediacircustops had received last minute notice that the Brettkavanaugh and the Kanyewest would be in attendance. …

The 33-year-old Millenialsaurus munched on the low-hanging dinosaur egg fruit, a cross between a plum and an apricot that provided essential fibre. Millenials were concerned about their health, as well they should, being on their way to surpassing the Babyboomerus …