CELL PHONE NOISE “Motherfucker. Motherfuckers motherfucking fucking mothers in Motherfucker City. Three a.m. Every motherfucking night with these motherfuckers. What!?” “Hey, Maggie. It’s Sean Spicer.” “Sean? Why are you calling? You quit or got fired or whatever a month ago.” “You’re right, but today’s my last day.” “Does anything work normally in that building anymore?” … Continue reading Maggie Haberman’s Number Must Be Written On The White House Bathroom Wall Or Something