No Hope

Tickling those … ivories. Wait, what did you think I was gonna say?

Man, they just can’t keep a piano player in this whorehouse, can they?

Doesn’t seem to have hurt business, though. And maybe Jared can try singing whenever he’s not serving up that old-fashioned love. Give those rug burns a chance to heal, son.

Tags: Hope Hicks

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6 Responses to “No Hope”

Pat O'Brien Says:
March 1, 2018 at 7:25 am | Reply
Seems like the cabinet, present and past members of the Orange Sphincter’s (thanks Colbert) gang, might be singing in a new venue.
- Patrick O'Grady Says:
  March 1, 2018 at 7:46 am | Reply
  Kevin Drum is keeping an informal body count. How many tell-all books do you think the publishing industry can support?
  - Pat O'Brien Says:
    March 1, 2018 at 8:16 am | Reply
    If the zombie Miller and mouthpiece Conway leave, then you know. And if Beauregard bails, then the indictments can’t be far behind.
- Dale Says:
  March 1, 2018 at 11:00 am | Reply
  I just had a vision of Kellyann Conway in a cheer leaders uniform with pom-poms chanting “2, 4, 6, 8 who do we appreciate”. It was disturbing.
Mark Rothschild Says:
March 1, 2018 at 7:26 am | Reply
…Hopeless Hicks
Gary Burmette Says:
March 1, 2018 at 7:41 am | Reply
Har-de-har-har!