Few things these days can make me quite as happy as the Death of Rush Limbaugh. The racist, fascist, Oxycontin addict and closet queen died of lung cancer, obviously brought on by the giant penis substitutes he not only smoked but inhaled (see picture above).
I never met the creep, but here’s the story of how our names came to be placed in the same news article.
Four timesmarried Limbaugh made frequent trips south of the border to partake of its husters. I therefore had hoped he’d end like THIS
But we can’t have everything, can we? Cue Libby Holman