Goochpourri

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Man says he's eaten 23,000 Big Macs since 1972
They don't have a picture, but you can bet he's in the best shape of his life. Whoppers... those are the silent killers.

TMZ: UFC Champ Evan Tanner Cause of Death Announced
His plan really seemed to make sense. Except for the going out into the desert part.


Two days without any real sleep. If the bags under my eyes were any bigger, the TSA would ask to search them.

Slovakia's women's ice hockey pummels Bulgaria 82-0
So, is Slovakia really good, or is Bulgaria really bad? My bookie had the over/under at 62.

Websites of Note:
http://www.knickerpicker.com
http://www.surfthechannel.com

Blast from the Past:



goochout

Good Morning, Suckas!

This inability to sleep is getting to be bullshit. I woke up this morning to some high def CNN. I wanted HD Megyn Kelly, but Fox News doesn't have a HD channel yet.

Playing on my iTunes right now: Bitch Betta Have My Money (AMG)

Soccer starts tomorrow. It'll be fun to get back into that again.

Got my phone fixed yesterday. When they said not to get "liquids" into my phone, they didn't necessarily specify "coffee," which isn't a liquid but a precious, precious life giver. It should be held exempt for any damage it may cause.

I got nothing.

out.

In some knee ack

A couple of nights in a row. can't seem to sleep. Last night I watched a mini-marathon of Cheaters. I think that show is rotting my brain. I'm addicted, though. It's like meth for evil voyeurs. There was probably a better simile for that, but my brain is swimming with bad television and red wine.

I've started not knowing what time it is. Not figuratively... literally. I'm constantly surprised that it's a certain time. I was at a bar and didn't know it was 2am until people started leaving. I didn't know that I'd left my house at 12:38am to go out for a drink. I had to be reminded to leave the office at 5pm. For the last few days, it hasn't occurred to me to look at a watch or clock. And I'm surrounded by them. I was almost OCD when it came to looking knowing what time it was at any moment. My broken internal clock isn't even right twice a day.

I hooked up a high def receiver to the upstairs television. Looks sweet. I might watch the new Entourage again. I want to go to some beach some where and just live there. I worry about too many things.

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And at the 11:11...

Gooch: The Index
Number of songs in iTunes: 41,425
Number of days the music would last if played continuously: 114
Number of contacts in Outlook contacts: 801
Number of appointments in Outlook calendar: 162
Age of my GOOCH-1 license plates, in years: 18
Number of days since sushi was last consumed: 18
Age of youngest girl I've dated in last two years: 20
Age of oldest girl I've dated in last two years: 37
Amount of largest bar bill paid for by myself: $275 (Miami, FL 2007)
Number of hours spent watching TV yesterday: 5
Number of goals scored during soccer since May 2007: 3
Number of televisions at home: 3
Number of weddings I've officiated: 3
Net weight loss (in pounds) between Tuesday and Friday last week: 3
Total disk space on home computer: 1.3 Terabytes

Lunch Time...

Fox News: Gene may hinder men's ability to commit (video)

Give me the internet and some time and I'll post an excuse for any one of my many personality flaws.

And at the 7:11...

Managed to drink all weekend. Had fun with a lot of people, though. Someone took a picture of me holding a sickening sweet alcoholic beverage called "Hard Creamer" which, coincidentally, is also my stage name.

Morning Wood...

Bobbie Billard: So hot, that even though I've thrown a lot of sex at this site in the last few weeks, she's the most asked about. Sexy as hell, indeed.

UPDATE: Holy shit... It's so funny that my last podcast was about drinking and making phone calls/texting. For one hour and 17 minutes, a post was up on this site that I had to just yank as soon as possible (as in two seconds ago). Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ. Don't drink and blog, kids. Don't drink and blog.

I'm a mess.

gooch:out.