Sometimes I like to fly kites. You see, I'm

Sometimes I like to fly kites. You see, I'm a member of the North Dakota Kosher Roster- that's what we do there. We also share Communist Yaoi fanfiction. Good times, I remember

we had a book burning of capitalist pig propaganda and the resulting updraft caused our kites to fly so high up in the sky you had to squint just to get a speck of them. Glorious

was not a word I would describe our work with. More like dastardly. We were spies. Not the suave kind or even the evil, soulless, geeky kind. We were the kind that get things done

And Donald Trump hired us to help him weed out scumbags at the White House. We accepted and knew he was very selective, like some recruiters. Trump invited us for training in this.

We were given magic gloves to protect us from politician cooties. The problem was that now Trump was a politician too. The gloves went insane touching him everywhere. We were

briefly hospitalized after witnessing this spectacle. After that we decided to leave the country and go somewhere without Trump or gloves. We settled on Venezuela, but the violence

into the Hollow Earth, maybe into Thule. Lemuria, seemed an unlikely destination but we were at a lost of where to go to get away from the stink that was Trump. We would have to cr

-eate the ultimate deception. Using our powers we asked the pampered pooches on Poochtopia and they sent our champion. His name was Scaramoochie. No running to Lemuria. This was it

! Would he do the fandango? At the first crack of thunder though, Scaramoochie bolted with his tail between his legs. The pooches were perplexed. "We the Pooches do apologize..."