That’s right. Ball. Not bag. Doucheball.

Yet again, Pat Robertson has felt the need to spout off at the mouth.

My favorite part is when he threw in “True story,” as if it proved his crack history.

It always amazes me when people say stuff like this out loud, reporting it to an ignorant viewership that desperately wants to believe it as if it’s fact. You know, things that, even if they actually think, they should never voice.

Like, for instance, I could say, “Pat Robertson sacrifices and drinks the blood of young boys in order to stay alive and maintain enough virility to babble nonsense on the 700 Club, which is the only reason the old fuckin’ doucheball hasn’t died already.” But that’s my opinion, not necessarily fact.

True story, by the way.