Ice Cube is playing the next XXX? Quite the departure from Vin Diesel. I mean, I'm the biggest Cube fan out there, but what does XXX denote anyway? Ice Cube's T-shirt size? No one with a build like mine should be an action hero in the movies.

Meanwhile, I'm going nuts with this cold. My fever is gone, Theraflu is God. Anyway, Fat Tuesday tonight. It's the one night a year where I can live like I normally do, but with an excuse.

GOOCH:I got nothing

I'm sick. Again. I was sick some three weeks ago. It's embarrassing. I was at an office during my first illness and they made a big deal about it. They followed me around and wiped down everything with disinfectant. So I was there today, sweating like a fat guy at a party after someone asks "who ate the last pizza" and discretely wiping my face of the sweat pouring off of my nose and chin. Last night, my girlfriend asked to take my temperature to which I argued that I felt fine and am on so much Tylenol and Theraflu that I'm sure my fever is down. One hundred-two degrees. This makes sense, because before any medicine I was laying in bed by myself having conversations with people that weren't really there. Yet, they were the best conversations I've had all week.

I was just sick less than a month ago. People with AIDS have better immune systems than me. I'm living healthier than I have in years and I'm constanly in a state of getting over some fucking virus. Get me the number for Kevorkian.

I've got a fever... and the only prescription is more cowbell.

gooch:out

I've switched a lot of my alcohol consumption to caffeine consumption. It's as though I can't deal with my brain chemistry as-is. So I bought a huge trucker cup full of extra caffeinated coffee at the Shell station yesterday. As I was driving to a meeting, the person with whom I was to meet suggested over the phone that we go to Starbucks. I put my coffee down and as I turned to change directions in an effort to get to the Starbucks my large cup tipped and spilled coffee all over my right leg.

Fuck.

I go to the meeting at Starbucks and as my colleague and I were discussing important shit he knocked his cup off of the counter and spilled his Caffe Americano all over my left leg.

Fuck again.

I still managed to drink a lot of coffee yesterday. My urine smelled like the inside of a Starbucks at one point yesterday. Or, does Starbucks smell like my urine?

Right now I smell like cologne, sex, energy drink, hair product, and tanning lotion. I need a shower. Or a hobby.

GOOCH:out there.

According to Wicked Wireless, one of the Jenna ringtones is simply her
saying "Get this fat fuck off of me." No one is sure where or when it was recorded.

I was jerking off to the Spanish channel this morning. I'm not sure why I like stroking it to Univision. Is it because all the women on almost all of the shows have big tits and asses? Or... is it because I can't understand a fucking word they're saying. I don't hit mute... I know they're talking. I just make up what they're saying in my head. Women say the dumbest God damned things. That should be a show. Cosby had "Kids Say the Darndest Things;" I want to host a show called Women say the dumbest fucking things." Men say dumb things, but when we do it the night ends right there:

Man: I saw this hot fucking stripper last night that looked just like my ex-girlfriend.
Woman: Take me home.

Women can spend an entire night saying stupid shit because men will put up with it in an effort to get laid. Every straight guy (and probably some gay ones, I guess) on the planet has spent an evening trying to keep from rolling their eyes or getting pissed off and thought to themselves "as soon as I bang this chick I'm never calling her again."

I mean, guys have some pride. When we're with a girl, we would like to pretend that we're the only guy she's slept with. We know we're not, but it's not good to fucking remind us. We want you to be filthy and fucking vile in the bedroom, but we don't want to know where you learned it.

This brings me to another point. Men, when you're with a woman you should love her. Cherish her. Treat her like she's your princess. You should also defuckingfile her like a German shyza whore. Fuck every orifice you can: vagina, ass, mouth, ear. Make videotapes of said lewd acts. Screw her in front of her friends. Screw her in front of your friends. Take her into South American countries and screw her in front of seven year olds. Do this because, when she leaves you for someone else, you can look at that guy with his"I won the lottery" look in his eye and take comfort in knowing that he'll never, ever do to her what you've done to her.

Meanwhile, I'm gearing up for a big project at work. The lucky girl that gets to call me her boyfriend and I have been acting domestic for the last week. We've been spending money on groceries instead of booze and spending time at home. My house is actually clean and almost looks like a human being lives here instead of a slovenly bachelor. Am I growing up? Probably not. I'm growing cleaner, though.

GOOCH:out

MSNBC - Jenna Jameson hawks cellphone moan tones

Soon from goochonline.com you'll be able to download our own offering of sexual ring tones. Jenna has moans and grunts... we've got surreptitiously recorded screams of "I'm not comfortable doing this" or "is that a camera mounted in your closet" or "get out of my trailer."

Meanwhile, I've been busting ass working on dead computers inside the crib, yo. It's 11am and I'm taking off for breakfast. Gooch:OUT

Howard Stern cheers as FCC Chairman Michael Powell announces he is resigning

This is good, maybe I'll flip from the satellite radio to "regular" radio occassionally again. I doubt it though. I love satellite radio; I'm currently listening to the dance section of the programming. I want to have sex while listening to the "Chill" station on Sirius. I've got to get the boom box for my bedroom to do that. I'll get it today at Radio Shack. I need new tapes for the camcorder, speaking of sex. Gotta get the sheets out of the dryer. Holy shit, am I thinking out loud?

Went home, did laundry, fell asleep last night. Not bad for a Thursday night. Too bad it was a Friday. I'm lame. Missed out on hanging with Gregster.

Congratulations to YMike and Jenna on the birth of their daughter Zoey.