Man, the SNL workup on this will be amazing
They need to do special summer episodes just because of what they're missing out on.
Man, the SNL workup on this will be amazing
"Listen," I replied, holding back a yawn. "It's two AM. The rest of this interview is going to have to be off-the-record, because I'm going to bed, and frankly you've been talking about dicks for six hours. I guess I can push this to my voicemail if you just want to keep talking."
Scaramucci was apparently undeterred. I am not certain he even heard me, enraptured as he was feverishly recounting his assessment of the White House staff: "Priebus, he's a real timid cock-sucker. All lips, maybe a tease of the tongue, but he doesn't even swallow."
The fact he was becoming increasingly flustered and slightly sweaty was abundantly apparent. "Now, Sessions, he's got a five cock a day habbit," 'The Mooch' continued, huffing out in an exhausted-sounding pant. "Not like back-to-back, he spaces them out, but he can't finish a thirty dollar Italian dinner without popping one in his cheek, y'know?"
Scaramucci licked his chops audibly. "Now, Banner, he's a goddamn cock event horizon. I've heard people nut their pants just walking too close to his office door. That pigly summvabitch breathes cock, as far as any of us can tell, like some kind of... some kind of albino cavefish raised for generations in total cock."
Beyond this point the message from 'The Mooch" became completely impossible to decipher, devolving into sounds that studio folley artists assure me are aesthetically similar to spoonfuls of nutella being hurled full-force into a quivering pan of peach Jell-O.
Wonder how long before these get deleted. Lol.
"Listen," I replied, holding back a yawn. "It's two AM. The rest of this interview is going to have to be off-the-record, because I'm going to bed, and frankly you've been talking about dicks for six hours. I guess I can push this to my voicemail if you just want to keep talking."
Scaramucci was apparently undeterred. I am not certain he even heard me, enraptured as he was feverishly recounting his assessment of the White House staff: "Priebus, he's a real timid cock-sucker. All lips, maybe a tease of the tongue, but he doesn't even swallow."
The fact he was becoming increasingly flustered and slightly sweaty was abundantly apparent. "Now, Sessions, he's got a five cock a day habbit," 'The Mooch' continued, huffing out in an exhausted-sounding pant. "Not like back-to-back, he spaces them out, but he can't finish a thirty dollar Italian dinner without popping one in his cheek, y'know?"
Scaramucci licked his chops audibly. "Now, Banner, he's a goddamn cock event horizon. I've heard people nut their pants just walking too close to his office door. That pigly summvabitch breathes cock, as far as any of us can tell, like some kind of... some kind of albino cavefish raised for generations in total cock."
Beyond this point the message from 'The Mooch" became completely impossible to decipher, devolving into sounds that studio folley artists assure me are aesthetically similar to spoonfuls of nutella being hurled full-force into a quivering pan of peach Jell-O.
Amazing.
I almost feel sorry for the GOP at this point.
Almost.
"Listen," I replied, holding back a yawn. "It's two AM. The rest of this interview is going to have to be off-the-record, because I'm going to bed, and frankly you've been talking about dicks for six hours. I guess I can push this to my voicemail if you just want to keep talking."
Scaramucci was apparently undeterred. I am not certain he even heard me, enraptured as he was feverishly recounting his assessment of the White House staff: "Priebus, he's a real timid cock-sucker. All lips, maybe a tease of the tongue, but he doesn't even swallow."
The fact he was becoming increasingly flustered and slightly sweaty was abundantly apparent. "Now, Sessions, he's got a five cock a day habbit," 'The Mooch' continued, huffing out in an exhausted-sounding pant. "Not like back-to-back, he spaces them out, but he can't finish a thirty dollar Italian dinner without popping one in his cheek, y'know?"
Scaramucci licked his chops audibly. "Now, Banner, he's a goddamn cock event horizon. I've heard people nut their pants just walking too close to his office door. That pigly summvabitch breathes cock, as far as any of us can tell, like some kind of... some kind of albino cavefish raised for generations in total cock."
Beyond this point the message from 'The Mooch" became completely impossible to decipher, devolving into sounds that studio folley artists assure me are aesthetically similar to spoonfuls of nutella being hurled full-force into a quivering pan of peach Jell-O.
Can't breathe."Listen," I replied, holding back a yawn. "It's two AM. The rest of this interview is going to have to be off-the-record, because I'm going to bed, and frankly you've been talking about dicks for six hours. I guess I can push this to my voicemail if you just want to keep talking."
Scaramucci was apparently undeterred. I am not certain he even heard me, enraptured as he was feverishly recounting his assessment of the White House staff: "Priebus, he's a real timid cock-sucker. All lips, maybe a tease of the tongue, but he doesn't even swallow."
The fact he was becoming increasingly flustered and slightly sweaty was abundantly apparent. "Now, Sessions, he's got a five cock a day habbit," 'The Mooch' continued, huffing out in an exhausted-sounding pant. "Not like back-to-back, he spaces them out, but he can't finish a thirty dollar Italian dinner without popping one in his cheek, y'know?"
Scaramucci licked his chops audibly. "Now, Banner, he's a goddamn cock event horizon. I've heard people nut their pants just walking too close to his office door. That pigly summvabitch breathes cock, as far as any of us can tell, like some kind of... some kind of albino cavefish raised for generations in total cock."
Beyond this point the message from 'The Mooch" became completely impossible to decipher, devolving into sounds that studio folley artists assure me are aesthetically similar to spoonfuls of nutella being hurled full-force into a quivering pan of peach Jell-O.
"Listen," I replied, holding back a yawn. "It's two AM. The rest of this interview is going to have to be off-the-record, because I'm going to bed, and frankly you've been talking about dicks for six hours. I guess I can push this to my voicemail if you just want to keep talking."
Scaramucci was apparently undeterred. I am not certain he even heard me, enraptured as he was feverishly recounting his assessment of the White House staff: "Priebus, he's a real timid cock-sucker. All lips, maybe a tease of the tongue, but he doesn't even swallow."
The fact he was becoming increasingly flustered and slightly sweaty was abundantly apparent. "Now, Sessions, he's got a five cock a day habbit," 'The Mooch' continued, huffing out in an exhausted-sounding pant. "Not like back-to-back, he spaces them out, but he can't finish a thirty dollar Italian dinner without popping one in his cheek, y'know?"
Scaramucci licked his chops audibly. "Now, Banner, he's a goddamn cock event horizon. I've heard people nut their pants just walking too close to his office door. That pigly summvabitch breathes cock, as far as any of us can tell, like some kind of... some kind of albino cavefish raised for generations in total cock."
Beyond this point the message from 'The Mooch" became completely impossible to decipher, devolving into sounds that studio folley artists assure me are aesthetically similar to spoonfuls of nutella being hurled full-force into a quivering pan of peach Jell-O.
"Listen," I replied, holding back a yawn. "It's two AM. The rest of this interview is going to have to be off-the-record, because I'm going to bed, and frankly you've been talking about dicks for six hours. I guess I can push this to my voicemail if you just want to keep talking."
Scaramucci was apparently undeterred. I am not certain he even heard me, enraptured as he was feverishly recounting his assessment of the White House staff: "Priebus, he's a real timid cock-sucker. All lips, maybe a tease of the tongue, but he doesn't even swallow."
The fact he was becoming increasingly flustered and slightly sweaty was abundantly apparent. "Now, Sessions, he's got a five cock a day habbit," 'The Mooch' continued, huffing out in an exhausted-sounding pant. "Not like back-to-back, he spaces them out, but he can't finish a thirty dollar Italian dinner without popping one in his cheek, y'know?"
Scaramucci licked his chops audibly. "Now, Banner, he's a goddamn cock event horizon. I've heard people nut their pants just walking too close to his office door. That pigly summvabitch breathes cock, as far as any of us can tell, like some kind of... some kind of albino cavefish raised for generations in total cock."
Beyond this point the message from 'The Mooch" became completely impossible to decipher, devolving into sounds that studio folley artists assure me are aesthetically similar to spoonfuls of nutella being hurled full-force into a quivering pan of peach Jell-O.
This dude is bizarro Sam Seaborn.
"'The Mooch' continued, huffing out in an exhausted-sounding pant. "Not like back-to-back, he spaces them out, but he can't finish a thirty dollar Italian dinner without popping one in his cheek, y'know?"
Mooch Haiku
Priebus is the leak
Bannon blows his own cannon
No one fucks with Mooch
It's amazing that a PR person is allowed to act this unprofessional in public. Even the shittiest company would've fired Mooch by now. Not for the Trump White House, where you can act like a total asshole and probably get a pat on the back.
I used to assume people who worked at the White House in any capacity were ultimate professionals, now... not so much. Trump and company are playing limbo lowering the bar so much.
"Listen," I replied, holding back a yawn. "It's two AM. The rest of this interview is going to have to be off-the-record, because I'm going to bed, and frankly you've been talking about dicks for six hours. I guess I can push this to my voicemail if you just want to keep talking."
Scaramucci was apparently undeterred. I am not certain he even heard me, enraptured as he was feverishly recounting his assessment of the White House staff: "Priebus, he's a real timid cock-sucker. All lips, maybe a tease of the tongue, but he doesn't even swallow."
The fact he was becoming increasingly flustered and slightly sweaty was abundantly apparent. "Now, Sessions, he's got a five cock a day habbit," 'The Mooch' continued, huffing out in an exhausted-sounding pant. "Not like back-to-back, he spaces them out, but he can't finish a thirty dollar Italian dinner without popping one in his cheek, y'know?"
Scaramucci licked his chops audibly. "Now, Banner, he's a goddamn cock event horizon. I've heard people nut their pants just walking too close to his office door. That pigly summvabitch breathes cock, as far as any of us can tell, like some kind of... some kind of albino cavefish raised for generations in total cock."
Beyond this point the message from 'The Mooch" became completely impossible to decipher, devolving into sounds that studio folley artists assure me are aesthetically similar to spoonfuls of nutella being hurled full-force into a quivering pan of peach Jell-O.
John Oliver is actually going to struggle in keeping up with all this content GOP is giving you American's. We are actually in a time where politician comedians have too much material.
No satire can hope to be as outrageous as reality.John Oliver is actually going to struggle in keeping up with all this content GOP is giving you American's. We are actually in a time where politician comedians have too much material.
"Bannon declined to comment." about sucking his own cock?
Silvio is too much of a gentleman.This dude is literally Silvio from Sopranos
"Listen," I replied, holding back a yawn. "It's two AM. The rest of this interview is going to have to be off-the-record, because I'm going to bed, and frankly you've been talking about dicks for six hours. I guess I can push this to my voicemail if you just want to keep talking."
Scaramucci was apparently undeterred. I am not certain he even heard me, enraptured as he was feverishly recounting his assessment of the White House staff: "Priebus, he's a real timid cock-sucker. All lips, maybe a tease of the tongue, but he doesn't even swallow."
The fact he was becoming increasingly flustered and slightly sweaty was abundantly apparent. "Now, Sessions, he's got a five cock a day habbit," 'The Mooch' continued, huffing out in an exhausted-sounding pant. "Not like back-to-back, he spaces them out, but he can't finish a thirty dollar Italian dinner without popping one in his cheek, y'know?"
Scaramucci licked his chops audibly. "Now, Banner, he's a goddamn cock event horizon. I've heard people nut their pants just walking too close to his office door. That pigly summvabitch breathes cock, as far as any of us can tell, like some kind of... some kind of albino cavefish raised for generations in total cock."
Beyond this point the message from 'The Mooch" became completely impossible to decipher, devolving into sounds that studio folley artists assure me are aesthetically similar to spoonfuls of nutella being hurled full-force into a quivering pan of peach Jell-O.
This dude is literally Silvio from Sopranos
Holy shiiiiiit LOL.
Guy should work as a comedian instead of being in politics.
crazy, but seems like pretty convenient timing to distract from the real news :/
http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showthread.php?t=1412088
all of these people should be in jail. it's beyond ridiculous now.
Nah, not at all. Silvio curses a lot and is Italian, but he's actually one of the more managed and calm people in the the crew. Scaramucci is closer to Christopher or Paulie. In fact, I would easily see half of these statements coming out of Paulie's mouth.
Cocaine is back on the menu
Uh.. that was satire.
I mean, I guess I can understand why you think it might be real.
Satire is really fucking hard to write at the moment.
Imperfected gave it his very best. Which btw, do you write for one of the current satirist publications or something like The Daily Show? If not, someone needs to hire you Imperfected.
Exactly. I posted this in the Hillary book thread and everybody just ignores it lol. This is working for them, nobody gives a damn about actual news. This guy is perfect for distracting people with his cocaine fueled BS. Who needs to read excerpts of an important testimony when one can crack jokes about an idiot who spouts nonsense in interviews and on twitter.
Nah, not at all. Silvio curses a lot and is Italian, but he's actually one of the more managed and calm people in the the crew. Scaramucci is closer to Christopher or Paulie. In fact, I would easily see half of these statements coming out of Paulie's mouth.
Scaramucci licked his chops audibly. "Now, Banner, he's a goddamn cock event horizon. I've heard people nut their pants just walking too close to his office door. That pigly summvabitch breathes cock, as far as any of us can tell, like some kind of... some kind of albino cavefish raised for generations in total cock."