The Marinegunkelly hid his head in his hands. He found himself doing that a lot lately. Or everyday since he’d taken the job seven months previous as the Tyrumposaurus’ Chief of Staff. …
Tag: The Trump Dig
Romancing the Stone …
The Samnunbergbrain’s eyes widened and a loud burp escaped, echoing across the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir. He squatted back down at the dirty end of the reservoir and helped himself to another double sludge. …
The Grifter Dinner …
The Tyrumposaurus stood at the makeshift rockpile podium and smiled his best cheesy grin. He looked out at the dozens of Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir faces staring back at him with expectant, calm-before-the-storm expressions. …
No Hope in Hell …
“Next!”
“You mean, family first,” the Kushneratops said hautily to the Marinegunkelly as he and the Tyvankanatrix filed past the chief of staff. …
At Home with the Michaelzeldin …
“Honey! Can you take out the garbage?”
The Michaelzeldin frowned. He didn’t have time for this. Granted, the recently implemented DUMP program (Dinosaur Un-Munched Parts) had indeed kept the stench down.
That Flippin’ Rickyprisongates …
The Manaforta stared at the hairy grama and sighed. The small patch of wildgrass was all he had to stare at since the Muellersavus had placed the moolah-moolah washing, ex-campaign manager under cave arrest four months earlier. …
