“Lordy, I hope there are tapes,” Comey says, as he lights a cigarette in a dark room, wishin’ a muthafucka would. “‘Trump?” Haven’t heard that name in years,'” he scoffs as he puts the cigarette out on a wooden desk. He pops his collar, and flicks away a piece of lint resting on his blazer. The clock strikes seven. (The aforementioned events have not been confirmed, and were in fact completely made up by KarmaJonez. The rest is real doe.)
Earlier this month, TIME magazine revealed they’d chosen President-elect Donald Trump as their 2016 ““Person of the Year.” And while I don’t think any of us were shocked, I think it’s safe to say that most of us were disgusted. We’d had enough of the Trump Train.