world's fattest teletubbie bites it

Yeah... sad day huh?

You neither?

Falwell leaves behind a legacy worthy of the first-class, one-way ticket to Hell he surely received. When he arrived, I hope the devil was wearing not Prada, but a rainbow flag thong, and had a greased-up pitchfork and Cher’s “Greatest Hits” at the ready.

Let's Dance!