Anthony Scaramucci was on TMZ Live the other day, because
even assholes need paychecks in the face of nuclear war and the world going to shit, anything goes. The Trump White House unemployment line is forming outside the gates of Hollywood, and I can’t wait to see Steve Bannon pop up as a cashier at DASH.
The Mooch knows he’s only good to Harvey Levin for White House gossip and since we all know his thoughts on Reince Preibus, he had to talk about Trump’s favorite gal pal. No, not Ann Coulter. I’m talking about Tom Brady. Continue reading
Anthony Scaramucci is the stuff from which legends are born. Like a greasy comet that oozed across the sky leaving a tail of Drakkar Noir and Frappuccino foam, he passed through our solar system and was gone before we knew what had happened.
The wife of insufferable off-brand Sopranos character Anthony Scararmucci (aka THE LEGIT COMMUNICATIONS DIRECTOR OF THE DAMN WHITE HOUSE. Yes, I used Kanye caps because it’s that awful) filed for divorce from him when she was nine months pregnant. If she didn’t, the baby would have shot out of her holding a smartphone with Laura Wasser’s info programmed. Continue reading
As you may know by now, Sean Spicer is the Gerber baby in comparison to new White House Communications Director Anthony Scaramucci. While The Mooch even had my B-hole quivering at his Jersey Boy charm on Day 1 at the podium, he’s since made us all, including his wife, take a hard look in the mirror. Because we’re suddenly left defending people we never thought we would have to!