Pole Dancing as an Olympic sport – another great idea brought to you by Mormons.

Martha Stewart and Snoop Dogg – an interesting couple – they hizzle the sizzle with the Mashed Potatoes

Cooking Mama the PETA edition

Prince William and his royal scepter

Project Runway Delayed

ispeech read for your ears.

Hugh Jackman: Sexiest Man Alive – ummmm, I don’t think so. Definite hottie, but not the end all be all of hotness 

Semen Cookbook – Ok, now I have heard everything – I blame the Food Network

A Heart Attack waiting to happen – Turbaconducken (I like all of those things – just NOT TOGETHER)

Blowjobs as performance art – who knew that is all it took to be an artist – heck I should have my own exhibit in the Louvre.

Ahhh, the Monday after Halloween. Every college administrator’s favorite day. Here I sit going through all the logs and reports when low a behold a lovely video file crosses my email.

Click here to view the embedded video.

I can’t tell you how appropriate this is given the logs I have. I’m not going to pretend that I haven’t had more than my fair share of drunken nights (thankfully none that ended like that). Heck, I’m from Kentucky the place where

By law, anyone who has been drinking is “sober” until he or she “cannot hold onto the ground.”

–Lexington

At least I can be thankful for small miracles, so far it doesn’t appear anyone ended up in jail.

In other words no parties, no waking up in bed next to a complete stranger in a superhero costume, nor waking up in a dog house with a guy dressed as snoopy (it was only that once). Instead I had to attend several events for work. It wasn’t horrible it was actually an enjoyable, but very different Halloween for me – though I did miss out on certain types of fun. The really memorable part of it, there was this cutie dressed up as a cowboy. I swear every time I looked at him (and that was a lot) all I could think of was Dean Phoenix from Buckleroos (at least a slightly younger version of Dean that was just as frickin’ hot). I have always had a thing for cowboys/farm hands/country boys, that’s what you get when you grow up on a farm. If you’ve never been for a literal role in the hay you don’t know what your missing.

I have to say that I am sooooo glad that I am not a female. (Don’t get me wrong I love all my female friends, but it is so much easier being a male. Okay, so where did this come from – well I have been having a little issue lately with my housekeeping staff – they don’t bring my ladies enough toilet paper. I have started using them to set my clocks – every day at 11:30PM and 9:00AM I get a flood of calls that there is no toilet paper. I have been going back and forth with the housekeepers for 2 weeks now about the whole TP issue and then Monday came and I didn’t get any calls. So here I am all happy that they finally got their act together and started getting things right – well I was wrong. I was talking to one of my staff and was asking her if everything was all sorted out with the toilet paper and she told me that it was worse than ever – they hadn’t had any since early that morning. So naturally I asked what they were doing when they went to the bathroom and she told me that they had gotten a huge stack of newspapers when they came out that morning and that they were set for the day. She went on to tell me that they were softer than the school’s TP anyway so the girls were happy. The immense irony of my life – guess whose picture was on the front of the newspaper – that’s right mine. So my ladies have been wiping themselves on an article about me and my time here. Can there be a bigger insult than someone wiping their dirty butt on your face – even if it is just a picture.