8:35 A.M.: Stare into mirror in disbelief that Emilio turned out to be the "less embarrassing" one.
9:25 A.M.: Take a long, hard crap; keep facial expression for rest of day.
10:45 A.M.: Meet with counselor for womanizing and drinking issues. After a few shots, nail her on the couch.
12:20 P.M.: Work on "Major League" sequel that no one asked for.
1:50 P.M.: Buy new roll of father's legacy to wipe my butt.
3:05 P.M.: Ask Gilbert Arenas if next time I can try one of his guns.
4:00 P.M.: Hit dressing room for makeup and marathon sex with high-priced prostitutes.
5:55 P.M.: Turn down spokesperson offer from Ginsu.
7:15 P.M.: Dinner; mess with Brooke by glaring at her while slicing steak.
8:30 P.M.: Try to think of something I hate more than women. Fail.
10:10 P.M.: Hook up with new smoking 10 . . . because it's still Hollywood, and I'm still me.






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