Rush Limbaugh

Speaking of Satan, uh... I was watching Rush Limbaugh the other day. Doesn't Rush Limbaugh remind you of one of those gay guys who likes to lay in a tub while other men pee on him? Doesn't he, huh? Doesn't he? Am I the only one? Can't you see his fat body in a tub while Reagan, Quayle and Bush just *tshhhhhh* Just stand around pissing on him and he can't- his little piggly-wiggly dick can't get hard. "Unh! Unh! I can't get hard! Reagan, pee in my mouth!" "Well, how's that, Rush?" Still can't get hard, so they call in Barbara Bush. She takes her pearls off, puts 'em up his ass... then squats over him, undoes her girdle. Her wrinkled, flaccid labia unfolds halfway down to her knees... like some ball-less scrotum. "Unh! Unh! Uunnhh!" She squeezes out a link into his mouth. Finally, his dick gets half-hard. "Ohhh!" A little clear bubble forms on the end with a maggot inside. The maggot pops the bubble and runs off and joins a pro-life group somewhere... Am I the only one that sees that, or... I'm not? Oh. Thank God I'm not alone. Thank God I had the insight to notice... Rush Limbaugh is a scat-muncher. He munches scat!

Jesus, Bill. I'm so proud of that little dark poetry there. It started- I came up with the word 'scat-muncher' and it went from there and I just... immediately thought of Rush.