apparently tawk show tyrant Rush Limbaugh has divorced wife number three, the one he met over the internet, and is now at liberty.
Such are the limits of e-commerce my friends.
Meanwhile all you ladies down in Miami are advised to stay under cover even if Ivan passes by your door...a far worse menace to life and limb stalks the street.
You have to wonder though was it the untidy piles of vicodin boxes piled thither and yon....Rush's perpetual Homer-like sprawl on the divan obsessively watching football from as far away as Canada...those tomato sauce stains on his shirt...what drove number three over the edge?
Maybe she can shed some light on this bloated junkie's strange ability to avoid jailtime for crimes that would land you deep in Cedar Junction hyar in the Commonwealth...Wealth really counts in the Sunshine State it seems.
Can you imagine what sad band-geek palaver Rush emits whilst flashing his stuffed money clip on a date?
In all it is too much to take during an election year....
Sick
Demented
Typical...
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