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Date Posted: 22:45:48 10/09/03 Thu
Author: SM78
Subject: Wow! Great Storyline, Croft!
In reply to: J. Croft 's message, "So, where do you think Rush Limbaugh will be in a few years: CONTEST!" on 11:58:28 10/08/03 Wed

That scenario is hard to whip, so to speak. But I'll try:

Rush's massive, hidden stash of Oxy becomes depleted by the end of November, 2003. No longer psychically shielded by vast infusions of Class II opiate derivatives, reality engulfs Rush. He realizes he is the biggest asshole in the world aside from those who live and/or work in the White House. He turns to wealthy dittohead whores for respite and these women treat him like a boytoy in exchange for their drugs. It is a great life as leathery, chain-smoking, and jewelry-bedecked 70-something GOP socialite whores in Manhattan and Palm Springs give Rush plenty of their drugs and also leave nicotine rings around his dick. The old ladies get bragging rights to having done the Mighty El Rushbo, though they also secretly giggle at his erect 2" penis. They call it "Little Rush."

One evening while Rush is at the home of an old GOP seahag, she runs out of the drugs she promised Rush, this after he has spent a humiliating hour using his tongue to dredge her nether regions of the residue left from decades of encrusted yeast infections and STD's she acquired from Nelson Rockefeller so long ago, and here we are talking about fifty year old syphllis scabs. Furious when the promised drugs are not delivered, Rush crushes the woman's skull with a book entitled, "See, I Told You So!" That Rush had written this smarmy tome years earlier only adds to the irony -- but you knew that.

Enraged, Rush pulls a Kitty Dukakis drinks everything in the house including Drano. Disoriented, Rush stumbles from the dead socialite's home and staggers onto the fashionable streets of West Palm Beach where, coincidentally, Ann Coulter is out on night patrol in her heavily-tinted Cadillac Escalade looking for liberals to run over. Spying a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Ann pulls over, flashes a creamy white, albeit bony, white thigh, and entices Rush into the car with the pickup line, "Hey big boy, you ever fucked a woman with a gold-plated pussy?"

Rush takes the bait and gets in. Ann drives to a dark alley and puts the seats down in back. She lays Rush down and climbs on top and starts to fuck him. As she does, she starts beating his head with a five-cell Maglite as she screams, "I am totally so fucking much better than you ever were, pig boy!" Ann goes nuts and turns Rush's head into pulp. Rush breathes his last and Ann gets the biggest O she has ever had, well, actually, it is the only O she has ever had.

Now a deranged murderess, Ann drives madly to the local Democratic headquarters. It is now 3:00 AM and no one is in sight. Ann, now jacked up with adrenelin, pulls Rush from the vehicle and dumps him in the gutter in front of Democratic headquarters. She then runs over Rush repeatedly with her 8000 pound SUV until he is an unrecognizable mass of blood and guts. Ann drives off into the night.

Once the police discover who the victim is, Ann goes on Fox and looks absolutely shaken and pale. "I loved him," she says as she looks into the camera, "and I will not rest until we catch the liberals who killed Rush in such a sadistic way. Now that we see how the liberals really act when they don't get their gay rights, abortions, and gun control, we know that something has to be done not only with those who killed Rush, but with liberals as a class. They all must be sent to the ovens. And is that such a farfetched idea when we are trying to stop such brutal killers who took the life of a true American? Ladies and gentlemen, if we don't act now, you, your spouse, and your children will be next..."

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