You know what’s fun? Eating-out jokes. For example, this weekend I ate-out at Anna’s “Bakery,” Sam’s (To-Go), Woody’s, Jack(s) (in the) Box, Javan’s, Gio’s and Gina’s. Ironically, neither penis nor vagina is on the menu at any of the restaurants. Huh.

Monday’s forecast: I.V. needs a brothel. Sorority houses just don’t do the trick.