[mkjessup]

One day, Bill Maher will be found dead in a sleazy motel room, with some sort bizarre, stainless steel industrial vibrator lodged in his rectum, still pulsating, his hand clutching his cellphone, the display reading ‘no carrier’, with a half empty bottle of Dom Perignon still chilled in the filthy bathroom, ice poured into the chipped ceramic sink, and rats desperately trying to climb up the bottle neck in hopes of enjoying a drop or two of the bubbly. Maher’s dead eyes stare out of their sunken sockets, pretty much the way he used to appear on TV, his smirking grin now replaced with an agonized grimace of death on his ugly mug.

Yes, it was a dark and stormy night ...

[Gay State Conservative]

Substitute “with a half empty bag of Mexican tar heroin” and I’ll go along with that.

[Lurker]

That’s some damned fine writing right there my friend.

[Viking2002]

Oh, man, make Chapter Two about Michael Moore, and I'm buying your book!

"As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their hearts desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."

--H.L. Mencken, The Baltimore Evening Sun, July 26, 1920

[cricket]

Dark, stormy night. . .works for the worst of Bill Maher. . .Could so easily be a working last script for Maher.

[Gertie]

Right on, beautiful. Also, one must remember that being critized by “little bill maher” is a feather in your cap.