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We may be projecting in the wrong direction again.
But that’s another Christmas story…
December 17, 2025 at 11:50 PM
She’ll tease him, she'll unease him
All the better just to please him
She’s enabling, and she says just what it takes to work an addict
She got traits of an alcoholic’s child…
December 17, 2025 at 2:38 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin, looked at his bruised hands again, and regretted replacing Biden’s autopen with the autohandshaker. Until tomorrow.
December 17, 2025 at 2:06 PM
Or did he say “I GO PEE!”?
December 16, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin while supervising the installation of his Trumperian Principle, in ornate gold script on the wall: “If you can’t say something nice, I don’t want to say it, but you have TDS.” Until tomorrow.
December 16, 2025 at 2:04 PM
Another photo from the trove?
December 15, 2025 at 4:53 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and a Grinch Meal to find joy through it rather than always denying his "Inner Grinch." Even if the included collectable socks don’t fit over his cankles. Until tomorrow.
December 15, 2025 at 3:02 PM
“I have to call Eve ‘Steve’ now”
December 14, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Does that price and picture encourage or discourage condom use?

“FINALLY… THE GREATEST SEAL EVER!”???

$4.95 today? Thanks Biden!

Make your own inflation joke.
December 14, 2025 at 4:45 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and realized it was time to defen-ah-, def-fester-, no, defecate-nes-trate, oh—throw Bill Windows out one! Until tomorrow.
December 14, 2025 at 3:07 PM
Lady journalists.
December 13, 2025 at 3:20 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin, and, after he denied having it, he just laughed, fondly remembering something Woody said to him once. Until tomorrow.
December 13, 2025 at 2:58 PM
What’s the plan, Pam?
December 12, 2025 at 4:10 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and... rait. Rut? "Nice try, Susie!! Melting extra cheese over the meds! Almost, but I'm too cognitive for that!" Until tomorrow.
December 12, 2025 at 2:01 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin and quizzed Karoline on whether she knew what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Norway. “A Kvart Punder mit Ost,” he revealed incorrectly.
December 11, 2025 at 8:52 PM
I don't know how many pencils young Cindy Lou owned,
Nor dolls, action figures, or cellular froans.
But if she did her own research and worked like a troll,
And put on a bikini, smiled, and stuck to her Mar-a-la-Goals,
Then a Doctor of Whos she would surely be known!
December 11, 2025 at 4:14 PM
He has always had a swimmer’s body until recently.
December 10, 2025 at 4:07 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin, then a brief daymare where people kept calling it McDonald's even after he renamed it McDonald J. Trump’s Presidential Center for Handheld Meats & More. Until tomorrow.
December 10, 2025 at 2:25 PM
December 9, 2025 at 4:25 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin, yet still could not dispel the sense that he’d somehow been snubbed personally again this year by Pantone. Until tomorrow.
December 9, 2025 at 2:34 PM
When’s #SpinalTap getting its Kennedy Center honor?!
December 8, 2025 at 3:12 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin, but still hadn’t received the large Grinch Meal Dill Pickle McShaker Fries he requested, which are only available for a limited time. “One job,” he frowled, “I gave Little Marco Who ONE JOB!” Until tomorrow.
December 8, 2025 at 2:04 PM
He's at least getting better at matching his actual skin tone.
December 7, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Good morning. Maybe he had his usual Egg McMuffin before learning of his nomination for the NFL “Whole World” prize, a more complete honor than any peace prize. Until tomorrow.
December 7, 2025 at 2:29 PM
No colors anymore.
December 6, 2025 at 4:33 PM