It's my pity party and I'll cry if I want to
Admitted drug abuser Rush Limbaugh loses it.
Every once in a while, when I need a good laugh, I go over to the Vile Pigboy's website. He sure didn't disappoint today, throwing a hissy fit over Dems and repukes alike, and some mysterious, anonymous - possibly imaginary - "phonies" and freeloaders.
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, think I'm gonna go eat worms...
I cannot tell you how angry, and everything that's happened this morning is just irritating the absolute living daylights out of me and I'm just about ready to chuck all this and head to some island, get everybody's hands out of my back pocket as soon as I frigging can because I have had it. I've had it with the state of New York. I've had it with the federal government.
I'm sick and tired of phonies that live their lives only to get media coverage instead of be real. I'm sick and tired of... I can't find people who are real to hang around. All I get is a bunch of phonies that want to use me or find a way to use me to get their names out there, make themselves famous or what have you in the meantime I'm trying to get things done here.
I'm sick and tired of phonies that live their lives only to get media coverage instead of be real. I'm sick and tired of... I can't find people who are real to hang around. All I get is a bunch of phonies that want to use me or find a way to use me to get their names out there, make themselves famous or what have you in the meantime I'm trying to get things done here.
The bugs! Get the bugs off me! Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Jebus, Rush, you better pop some more hillbilly heroin before you stroke out, dude.
Life sucks, then you die, you pathetic asstool.
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