May 13, 2017
So I know what’s on your mind after I threatened James “I’m Not Your Homey” Comey that there might be tapes of our conversations. Why would a pathological liar tape his conversations? Couldn’t that boomerang on Super Baby DonDon and cause even some of his dumbest supporters and various Huckabee spawn to doubt him?
Well, I guess it could—if I didn’t have someone helping me with the tapes. As it happens, I’ve got the best tape doctor on the planet. And here he is! Dr. Whackjob!
So, beware everybody. If you’re talking to me, I might have a tape recording of what was said.
And what wasn’t said.