I just heard that my last post looks like a rip-off of a specific Seinfeld episode. It's not one that I've seen, but George tries to combine eating and sex at some point during the show. Normally, I'd delete the post, but it's an honest coincidence.

I love sex. I also love prime rib. In the same fashion that a chick has to smoke after sex, I truly enjoy post-sex prime rib. I guess it's not really post sex, rather it's post sex and post-chick leaving my house/me leaving her house. Either way, as soon as the obligatory hugs, kisses, good-byes, and/or payment is taken care of, I can't wait to get to the Skyland and order up some prime rib.

It's probably a fat-kid thing to say, but I'd venture that it's possible that sheer bliss could be felt by me if I could convince a girl to let me eat prime rib while I'm having sex with her. I can't imagine a relationship where you're so comfortable that you'd feel free to try to introduce red meat into the bedroom. You could ask, even if only to make any future requests seem normal by comparison.

Honey, would you mind if I set these prime rib pieces on your back and eat them while we make love?

Are you out of your fucking mind? Get the fuck away from me!

Okay, well then how about some anal?

Sure, whatever, just get that hot plate out of here.

I had sex this morning, then I had prime rib, now I want to have sex again. It's a vicious cycle. I'm going to have a heart attack by noon tomorrow.

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I wore a shirt, tie, backpack, and bicycle helmet as a costume last night [mormon].

Happy birthday John Barr.

Gooch: Out.

I was illin' in need of penicillin but now I'm chillin' like a villain with a bouncer gig as a fill in but last night I was drink spillin' today I'm sharp like a porcupine quill an' filled up on Hydroxycut so now I'm able and willin' did a lot of work so now I'm billin'...

Shake it like a Polaroid picture: I dig the new Outkast track "Hey Ya." The first time I heard it I knew it'd be some funky hit. I've had it on the mp3 player for a while now. Can't get sick of it.

Stop the planet... I want off: Macho Man Randy Savage, aging wrestler, has released a CD titled "Be a Man." OH YEAH, indeed. Machoman.com

Embrace the wife beater: I've gotten back into the T-shirt wearing world with a purchase of the wife-beater styled, or "Athletic cut" T-shirt. Combined with the bad-ass shirts on which I maxed out my Meier and Frank card and my gold chain, I look like a bloated Ricky Martin.

OUR FOUNDER, CIRCA 2003

I think the clock is slowwwwww.... After enough Jack Daniels to sedate, well, me, I sang Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher" at a Karaoke bar last night. The second I finished, you could hear crickets chirping following by some pity applause. Fuck all 'yall: I kicked ass. I know when I suck at karaoke and I can honestly say I knocked it out... made the song my own... oh fuck it.