So now it’s official. The big guy loses a few pounds, buys some new duds, new perfume and a couple gold chains for why, because of a woman! What’s next? Remodel and add onto your Florida Mansion? Put your sweet little pussy cat you dearly love out on the street, alone. What’s this new woman’s attraction? Can she write perscriptions?
I remember just how the fuzz ball would nearly stop his show and take calls from his last “sweetie”. She always had an opinion she wished to share and was able to by pass the screener, Joe Golden, get on the air and insist that I had to like it. My champion, Rush, would say cute little coo-coo’s and call her sweetie. I was jealous! The bastard.That was bull shit and a pathetic public display of affection without proper warning. Then a couple months later the on air complaints started. Y’all know how it goes, she did this and said that and “OH” the kids. He became Jell-O, as usual, just a pathetic little boy wearing a loud necktie.
Rush, I beg, please don’t put me through this again. Just do what the big boys do. Write her a check each time when your finished, shouldn’t take long you cute little Viagra guy, and then she can get up and leave.
This is definitely a Democrat Devil conspiracy. “If the Devil can’t bring a good man down he always sends a woman after him”.
Get.
Help.