Sometimes you just want a huge wave to wash over you and take you out to sea forever.
I know, I know—it’s Friday, you want to kick back and take it easy; you don’t want to think about Trump staffers’ genitals. But trust me on this one: Today’s Politico Magazine piece about the woes of being a young Trump staffer in Washington, DC is worth it. Take my hand, and join me in Hell. Drink full and descend:
Tomorrow night is the annual White House Correspondents Association Dinner. Fuck the White House Correspondents Association Dinner.
French can be a lovely language: mellifluous, romantic, and even melodic.