And from CPRM, source of all that is good... HOUSE PAR-TAY!  

  And since there was some measure of confusion yesterday...  

  It was cold on the White House roof and Donald began to shiver. The hat jostled back and forth on his...

  Half-dressed, thirsty, asleep, the hair had Donald staggering down a narrow hallway with a machine...

  “What the fuck it that?” the hair asked loudly. “Gunfire,” Hope said as if she had heard the toupee....

  Pulling away from Andrews Air Force Base, Donald pawed at the intercom switch blindly. “What do you...

  “Franken fingered my bill once,” the hat says, almost dreamily, in the darkness of the Mar-a-Lago wig...