Realizing the CIA would soon file charges, Dennis has followed his dream of “balls out” living by writing 1 million dollars in bad checks to Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas. He forgot the first lesson of conmen. If you do it right, even if you get caught the person you conned might not want to pursue the matter because of adverse publicity. The CIA wasn’t, and still isn’t, going to pursue Dennis. It would expose a level of incompetence unrivaled in the “intelligence” field. Everything about Dennis is still considered secret. Probably being shredded as I write this.
On another note:
It’s at times like this, Rush Limbaugh’s birthday, that I think we need to remember some precious words spoken by one of my hero’s, Bill Hicks:
"Doesn’t Rush Limbaugh remind you of one of those gay guys that lie in a tub and let other men pee on them. Am I the only one? Can’t you just see his fat body in a tub while Regan, Quale and Bush just stand around pissing on him, and his little piggly wiggly dick can’t get hard - - - “uh, I can’t get hard. Regan, pee in my mouth.” Regan: “Well, how’s that Rush?” Still can’t get hard so they call in Barbara Bush. She takes her pearls off. Puts them up his ass. Then squats over him. Undoes her girtle. Her wrinkled, flaccid labia, unfolds half way down to her knees; like some ball-less scrotum.
She squeezes out a link into his mouth. Finally his dick gets half-hard. A little clear bubble forms on the end, with a maggot inside. The maggot pops the bubble and runs off to start a pro-life group somewhere."
