Showing posts with label I told you I'm gonna grab Callista Gingrich by the crotch hairs and swing her around over my head. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I told you I'm gonna grab Callista Gingrich by the crotch hairs and swing her around over my head. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 17

It's like I'm in Callista Gingrich's HEAD, man!


Because back on May the SECOND I did a Fake Callista post where I said all Newt's thank you's to her came in a Robin's Egg Blue Box.

And now it turns out Newt has a half-a-mil used-up credit line at Tiffany's?

In all honesty, it could be stuff not for her, or crystal stemware for entertaining Heritage Foundation fellows and big pharma donors. Or it could be payoffs for the College of Cardinals, many of whom I'm sure, squeal with delight every time they see that tell-tale ribbon.

Whatever.

Tuesday, April 5

Mrs. Gingrich's Diary goes audio! (2:52)

DG and I are playing with some different formats for an upcoming project (watch this space) and here's a sample. This does not replace the podcast; but we're thinking of doing a very short comedy show in the middle of the week with three minute skits.

This audio is based on the Mrs. Gingrich's Diary project, which grew out of the fact that for a time, @MrsGingrich3 on twitter was suspended because they thought I was impersonating the real thing. As if.

Thursday, January 6

Can you tell the difference between these three famous (?) foreheads?

One belongs to the 24-year-old Playboy Playmate who will soon marry 84 year old Hef.

One belongs to the 31-year-old former Hef girlfriend who is so broken up about Hef's marriage she's maintaining a dignified silence until she can talk about her real feelings when her reality show airs.  (Spoiler Alert:  No, really.)

One is Callista Gingrich.