I dont know why all gyms are obligated to have all the cardio equipment facing some big ass tv screen (or why they all insist on playing crap am radio disco, but that's a rant for another day) despite my best efforts to zone out, sweat and listen to my ipod, i kept reading the closed captioned chatter on The View.

It's like in Clockwork Orange where they have the poor bastards eyes pinned open (ahhh, gag..i dont wanna look!).

The first topic they discussed was backyard burials..hey its cheaper than spending thousands for a plot somewhere.
Now,  I've never had a backyard but i think the brooklyn waterfront works pretty well...maybe Joel Rifkin didnt have a backyard either, so was using dumpsters as an alternative? And the Green River guy just went to town...

Then they discussed the G spot. They actually argued over its existance. My advice is have sex face down across a table, or bar stool, jukebox etc....and woo-hoo, you'll find it! 

You know what embarrasses me? Well, obviously not sex or death. What kills is when i have some dumbass pop crap song stuck in my head, for some reason Dont Go Breaking My Heart was rolling around in there. My brain needs an overhaul. Are there enemas for your brain? Oh, right...vodka!

more later,

xxx

hansi