Reality TV's pretty tricky for me. I don't really watch anything like that, because I think it's brain-sucking.

Anyone who is friends with Bill Clinton shouldn't be telling their wife about it.

Thanksgiving is coming. I wonder what the holiday will be like at Dog the Bounty Hunter’s house—obviously, they’ll have a turkey with all-white meat.

We set up a bakery called Bad Boy Bakery, to cook on the inside to sell on the outside. It was huge, because it got them working. I'd give them a certificate to go back in the community with a skill. They could get a job. We set up a little bakery and it's gone crazy. I need to be that raw to do the glossy stuff. I need to get back to that kind of scenario.

My mother told me that life isn't always about pleasing yourself and that sometimes you have to do things for the sole benefit of another human being. I completely agreed with her, but reminded her that that was what blow jobs were for.

I never say the things I really want to. If I did, I'd have no friends.

I'm very much about letting other people shine, because it makes us all shine brighter.