Like a cow, humor must be milked daily.
“No-BELL! No-BELL! No-BELL!”
The crowd of dinosaur deplorables at Faux Washington Falls chanted as one, stamping their feet and punching the air with their short arms. The chant was in honor of the Nobelpeacepiper, a high-flying Pterodactyl known for dive-bombing …
The Mikepompeo stuck his neck into the Oval Dwelling.
“Excuse me, T-Rump?”
“WHAT?!”
The Tyrumposaurus looked at him with panicky, bloodshot eyes. He hadn’t slept in a week. He sent out his Trollertweeties at all hours these days. Their messages, garbled at best, lacked their usual scorched earth policy. …
The Seanhannity clan gathered around the fresh kill of the day for supper. A delicious, 6000-pound Denversaurus. The Jillrhodes looked over the carcass at her husband and their two young dinos, the Patrickhannity and Merrihannity, …
There was the gnashing of teeth and flashing of raw, rare Kosmoceratops meat in the mouths of the Tyrumposaurus, the Jeaninepirro, the Seanhannity and the frizzy-scalped Donking. …
Ho-hum, thought the Muellersavus. Another day, another victory. For collusion. His Langleytips DNA told him it was only a matter of sifting through the rubble and connecting the rocks that mattered. Today he was sitting on top of a boulder. …
“Get in here, Joey! Now!”
The Joeydigenova poked his long neck inside the Oval Dwelling.
“My wife too? We’re a team you know.”
Moments later the Joeydigenova and his legal lover, the Victoriatoensing, squatted across from the Tyrumposaurus. …
