Rush Limbaugh, Kinda Like a Napalm Fart

Rush Limbaugh, you are a fat, worthless, soul-lacking, bitch of a human being, and when the powers above grab hold of your flabby ass it will fitting and right when they rip your soul into a trillion little specks of shit forever to float through the universe being consumed occasionally by some interloping galactic asshole. Fuck you, you fat fuck. Every fucking time you open your mouth it is like your asshole is talking, and who the fuck wants to hear a fat fuck fart? I guess it does make sense though, you wanting to watch college girls fuck; when is the last time that you, under your own power, have seen your own penis? It can easily be deduced that whoever has seen your little pecker has walked away from the situation feeling unfulfilled and weird. Oh wait, I just saw a picture of you looking kind of fit, well, well, well you can almost see your penis! Wow, good for you Rush, I bet all that weight loss has had to have made your asshole tighter; hum I bet the butler loves that. The process of thinking of you is like trying to dislodge a napalm fart from all over the frontal lobe. It sticks there wanting to burn a hole strait to the soul, but then I remember I'm not you, and there's still some hope for me. Rush Limbaugh, you are a world class piece of shit, and so one day you shall return to your own root, and I hope I never have to eat that piece of corn you will fertilize someday.