to the previous
RP poll, concerning the best 11th
Commandment, we've learned that flabby, lactose-intolerant
people under twenty-five are fearsomely protective
of their internet connection as long as it's provided
by a small-to-medium-sized company.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
If I asked you what sort of antediluvian cock-gobbler
called this Byzantine abode home I'd bet you
a kazillion kazoo's you'd never guess who it was.
Like it or not, ditto-heads, this is Rush
Manhattan apartment, and unless this is the world's
(which pretty much sums up Limbaugh's career) Rush
lives in exactly the same type of environment your
would find quite cozy.
It's impossible to believe that Rush had anything
more to do with this sin against nature than to open
the Big Book of Interior Decorating for Arrogant
Pricks, close his eyes and pick the first page his
finger landed on.
Good job, Rushbo.
Now he's selling it. Why it's on the market is anyone's guess but perhaps when
the socialist's take over he's going to need the extra cash to buy plenty of
Peruvian Marching Dust for all of his Filipino butt-boys at his Costa Rican hide-away.
You can see more pictures of the apartment,
each more frightening than the last,