Great. Now I have to imagine Rush reclining on his fainting couch all day. Bathrobe, orange crocs, upturned bottle of percocet & a well-thumbed Mein Kampf.
Wow. A little big gay....I mean ornate for someone who's constructed such a tough-talkin', cigar chompin', manly image. If you replaced the "Rush Limbaugh" in the phrase Rush Limbaugh's Penthouse with "Liberace's former" I don't think anyone would question it.
At least he got to hear the faint yet magical, bustling sounds of the city right outside his windows.
Thanks, Hecht.
At least he got to hear the faint yet magical, bustling sounds of the city right outside his windows.
Oh, wait.....