Tag: Trump

The walls were closing in. Huge granite walls engrained with grit and guilt, suffocating his soul.
The Mattwhitaker had been doing just fine, thank you very much, sailing along, announcing criminal charges against some large Telecommunicus dinos …

The Rogerstone spotted a pair of slow-moving salamanders and scooped them up. He offered one to the Jeromecorsi  and they squatted there beside a walk-up, enter-at-your-own-risk Brooklyn Brownstone cave. …

It was all hands on deck in the Oval Dwelling for Day 35 of the Shut-down … or the Shut-Show as some Mediacircustops were now

“That’s a winner, boss.”
The Stephenmillerus kicked one heel against the other and backed away from his latest footprints in the sand. It was a speech to commemorate the Tyrumposaurus’ second year in power. The T-Rump sniffed at it. …

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. …