I recently went through a period of time where I felt like I had experienced an epiphany in which I learned that maybe I am not always right and that I had a lot to learn when it comes to dealing with people (and not writing run-on sentences).

I've determined that I'm right more often than previously thought.

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goochout.

What I did over the weekend:

Played a drinking game, drank hot sauce out of a bottle on a dare, sang "Don't You Want Me Baby" on karaoke... badly, played drums in a drum circle, sold bread, biscotti, and coffee at the Festa Italiana, accidentally threw my new Treo 700wx cell phone into a garbage can and poured water on top of it, emailed, Drank my weight in wine, vodka, and whiskey, wrote checks, ignored responsibilities, laundry, watched Entourage, blogged...

So, is this a new "Got Milk" ad or the cover of the next "Barely Legal" magazine?

An abstract piece of art wherein the woman represents Hayden Pannetierre and the glass of milk symbolizes my penis.

I had Chinese food last night and when I opened the fortune cookie, all it said was:

"In Bed."

Completely threw me off.



I saw this clip on "The Soup" and thought you'd like it.

I'm assuming that the guy was taking a crap in a field and a donkey saw the man's exposed ass, got a huge boner (see the video), and tried to screw him.

Talk about getting ass fucked!

Wow, Gooch. Didn't see that coming. It's a donkey, so you had to throw an "ass" reference in there. Couldn't keep it highbrow, eh? Remember when you used to write content and not copy and paste everything you found amusing? This is why people like you better when you're drunk.

Hayden Panettiere is 18 today. It's okay to jerk off to her now.



You sick fucks.

DJ'd at Montego's Saturday night. I stayed relatively sober. The strippers got drunk. One of them vomited in the dressing room, which wasn't a catastrophe except for the fact that the dressing room is next to the DJ booth. The girl apologized for being so drunk, but I couldn't really expect her to stay coherent for more than three hours into her six hour shift.

I'm eating Hot Tamales candy right now. I'm always trying to avoid sugar, but damn I love Hot Tamales.

Is it okay if I don't like Nickelback? I mean, you can, but I'll do without. Thanks!

Holy fucking shit... do the news stations love anything more than a hurricane? Is there nothing else going on in the world that we need up to the minute reports that it's raining and windy somewhere in Mexico? The only thing that would make CNN happier is if a Panda was somehow born in the middle of the storm. That's what they need. A hurricane over a zoo where a panda is being born in a bathroom stall next to the one in which Lindsay Lohan is doing cocaine on a mirror propped on Anna Nicole Smith's corpse.

goochout.