Like a cow, humor must be milked daily.
Inside the Oval Dwelling, the Huckabeecyclops’ mood was somber. Her lazy, wandering eye found the Tyrumposaurus.
“Blessed be the fruit,” she said.
“Alright already, Huckabee,” said the T-Rump. “And stop looking at me like that. …
The news hung in the air like a rotting dino carcass baking in the sun.
The extra-smelly news had reached the three dinosaurs in the Oval Dwelling. Word was out that the Langleyops dinos had investigated the Tyrumposaurus the previous year for working for the Russodinos. …
The Rudygiuliani looked down his crusty snout at the 35 legal dinos squatting before him in a conference cave adjacent to the Oval Dwelling.
“We’re looking for a few good legal dinos. Hell, who am I kidding? We need a lot of legal dinos. …
“Pass the trailsnack, ma.”
Trailsnack was Trumpassic Period parlance for roadkill. Another unidentifiable, stomped-upon mess of intestines and entrails that tasted surprisingly like chicken.
It was the first day of a new world in the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir. The Tyrumposaurus, the Stephenmillerus and the Huckabeecyclops hunkered down in the Oval Dwelling, commiserating over that very fact. The aging wonder, the Nancypelosi, …
Inside. Alone. And angry. It was just that dangerous, toxic combination that caused many dinosaurs to throw the ‘F’ word, then the ‘E’ word around. Extinction. …
