“Get out, Sean!” the hat screamed from under the desk. “Get out, get out, get out!” “We are going to...
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“Get out, Sean!” the hat screamed from under the desk. “Get out, get out, get out!” “We are going to...
“You released the emails?!?” Donald roared, beating on the door of the Special Presidential Shitter...
"Are you nervous about seeing Vlad again?" the hair asked. "No," Donald replied waspishly. "Hashtag Fakenews....
Thursday, August 27, 2015 The Hat and the Hair: Episode 1 “Why do you put the hat on me, Donald?” asked...
"No live politician can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even Senators...
“Who are you texting?” the hair asked. “Shut up. Nobody,” the hat growled. “Are Twittering? I told you...
“That’s it,” the hair said. “You’re done.” “What do you mean?” the hat asked languidly. He was filthy. There...
“Perjury?!? I’d never perjure myself!” Donald yelled into his hair. “You cannot testify before Congress,...
Hillary’s saggy bulk shifted uncomfortably in her and Huma’s vast and piss-misted bed while Huma snored on...
“Coats! Comey! Sessions! They are all against me!” Donald screamed in the Oval Office. He picked up a bust of...