Hey Brothers - It was last week this time, my puke of a son Nick got thrown in jail for 8 months for getting a DUI and putting his friend in a lifelong coma. I was trying to act sad, but I couldn't restrain myself from looking at Brooke the whole time. She looked HOT! And then there was Linda, whose face looked like a road map after all the mascara ran down her wrinkles.

Ever since Nick was born, I have never had enough time to spend with Brooke. Now I don't have to pretend like I like my son, b/c as far as I'm concerned he's gone. I have more time to watch Brooke's Maxim Shoots, rub hot tanning oil all over her body, and now that we have all this alone time, I don't have to worry about Nick walking in on us. Life can't get any better.

Before that little punk was taken away by the bailiff I grabbed him and told him to be a man and stop crying. I said, "Listen brother, if I learned one thing in the WWE, it's beat somebody up quickly before you become breakfast."

I honestly don't think he stands a chance, but what do I care, I GOT MY WISH!