I have a crush on Bill Maher. I'm not joking - its the girly-giggly-gushy type of crush in which I hunt the object of my affection all over the Internets, and that intensifies with every woman I see on his arm. As a matter of fact, at the moment, I'm trying to divine whether his relationship with that blond in red bikini is serious or not. I wish I
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