RumpToons No: 12

Here you go, RumpToons No; 12. I hope you enjoy it!

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  1. It seems to me that el trompas is trying to bring back the rule of Monarchy with him at the throne.

    As I saw him dancing with wife number three I had a mental picture of this fat bully dressed like Henry the Eighth clumsily moving on stage on his gout-infested legs while his adoring subjects cheered.

    The trophy in his chubby arms was back with her usual screwy, angry look, only smiling once every so often as she probably imagined herself gracefully floating in the arms of that young hunk who escorted her at the inauguration ceremony. That event where she for once looked elegant, classy even.

    His progeny filled the stage for the last minute or so to dance with their respective partners. The eldest daughter was looking fabulous (finally those blonde tresses done up) and out shining the trophy, a little competition there between the Third and first daughter for the affections of el trompas? Maybe that’s why Mrs. el trompas looks so angry most of the time, having to compete, knowing she is aging out.

    Alas, this bigoted bastard who started his campaign back when he first planted the seed by lying about the birth of the then-Presidente now sits at the helm, exploiting the fact that ‘Amerika’s’ critical thinking is nothing but a vestige.

    Is the wall up yet?


      • A specter of his old self, I saw him defeated, lamenting that his predatory crown now sits on the head of a greater predator than he. He stood there with his Queen Bee knowing that they no longer are the power-couple of yesteryear.


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