| 9:24a |
Flush The Maher
Sometimes I want to grab Bill Maher by the fucking shirt, crack him in the rot two or three times, then throw him in front of an oncoming freight train. I say "sometimes" because I only feel this way when catching the end of his show as I wait for a movie to come on. Indeed, if I were subjected to that anal fissure on a constant basis there would be bloodshed. Seriously, he wasn't even good as a comedian before he became viewed as an expert in political affairs. He should stick to what he knows best. God knows there are a lot of unsucked cocks out there just throbbing-in-wait due to his absence.
Anyway, I just reserved a vacation home in Santa Fe for a trip I'll be making at the end of December. I've been hankering for some boner time on the snowboard and snowmobile. I hope those bitches will be ready for my holiday cheer. |