“Look at it,” the hair whispered to the hat. “It’s just a sea of white hats all saying 'Namaste,...

  “Blagonivich?” the hair asked angrily. “Forty-seven percent job approval rate,” the hat said. “I can...

  “Check it again,” Hillary rumbled. “One hundred and nineteen,” Huma said, waving the laser thermometer...

  I have existed since the morning of the world and I shall exist until the last star falls from the...

  “I can’t believe John Bolton’s Mustache would do this to us,” the hat said while gently urinating on...

  “I hate Switzerland,” the hat said, staring out the hotel window at people in ski outfits. “You hate...

  “I didn’t shake your hand because I knew where it had been,” Elizabeth said, giggling, shaking...

  The hair heard a giggle tinged with mania and the soft rustle of the hat masturbating under the desk...