The radio show . . .

on Friday was a lot of fun, even though I was extremely nervous.

People were calling in asking strange questions — as if they thought I was a sex therapist, or something. I had to fight to keep from laughing at some of them.

One guy called in to say that his girlfriend’s doctor told her that her sex partner was too large for her. I still don’t understand why he called, other than to make sure that the entire city knows that either he’s well endowed, or that his girlfriend is as tight as a drum. I don’t know which.

Lorrie, my best buddy, streamed it from NY, and I talked to her afterward. Even though I thought that I radically sucked, she, in true Lorrie style, managed to make me feel much better. She actually liked my advice, believe it or not. You gotta love friends who know how to make you feel good.

On another note, does anyone know if you can eat too much sushi? I eat it so often that I think my mercury levels are going to go through the roof.