Oh, people certainly are atwitter today about Rush Limbaugh’s Viagra incident. He’s claiming that the prescription was written in his doctor’s name “for privacy purposes.” Well that worked out nicely, didn’t it?
But really…the more we talk about it, the more we experience graphic, grotestque mental images of Rush’s piggly-wiggly little cocktail sausage rising from the dead and attempting to penetrate the scabby, crab-infested orifice of the whore person he was cavorting with over the weekend. I must implore of the media: drop this story immediately!
