Generalissimo Francisco Franco, Consultant.
One thing that is really awesome today is that Rush Limbaugh is dead. Still dead, sure nitpickers, but dead too.
I think it’s great if we all take a moment to appreciate that.
The good news is there’s a very ling lost of deservingly dead assholes we can celebrate.
The bad news is there’s always a fresh crop of not-yet-dead assholes we can’t. Yet.
Badder news is that I’m old enough a lot of them will outlive them. No celebration for me!
As Spring approaches I must comment: what a time to be alive! When the weather clears and warms, how lovely would it be to bring some blankets, a picnic basket of food, a picnic basket of wines/cups, and a dozen good friends to a nice quiet place to have lunch and to celebrate life!
Say, where is Rush Limbaugh buried again…?
The question is, do you spring for the pricey stuff, or are a couple of five-liter boxes of Franzia going to be good enough? If you’re inviting a dozen friends, getting enough Veuve-Cliquot to get the bladders primed is gonna be spendy.
Of course, they could always pre-game.
A long line of lingams?
Well, here’s the thing: are people going to b-tch about boxed wine? Only asked because I’ve heard enough b-tching after reading the name Limbaugh for 10 lifetimes. Would a dozen bottles of “2-buck-chuck” from Trader Joes be a good compromise?
Obviously we’d all help clean up after and recycle the bottles… but having a dozen people jam corks into the dirt while singing, “Put A Cork In It Rush!” at the end of the meal just seems like such a fun group activity…
Gaah!!! I hate posting on my phone; shit happens.
As to the party at Limbaugh's place, if you're gonna piss on his grave, best to do so with piss based on the absolute worst rotgut you can stomach. Night Train is probably about right. Or Budweiser. Or Franzia from a box. Accompanied by a homeless man's shit.
Bud Light, because it will also piss off current right-wingers.
One of the lies he old his ditto heads is that tobacco is not addictive.
He stopped smoking, didn’t he?
I’m sure he’s burning by now.
Only after he barfed up a lung.
Holy shit, after weeks of seeing this pop up as “new” thread.
I thought it was like that fat fuck resurrected or some shit.
Good. Sigh of relief.
Now that he’s still dead, can I take two shits into that fat fucking dumbass’s “mouth” instead of the customary one?
Yeah, I thought so. And I’m glad he died of lung cancer. That is especiallly painful, exhausting, and inconvenient, and he deserved that pain. A bloated, pus-filled scumbag to the end.