I came into my office today and Andy had hung this over my desk. He apparently has a lot of them.

My new bathroom at TBS has two railings around the toilet. Those idiots - I asked for four.

Rest assured, I'm hard at work on the new studio.

Here I am on the main stage at Bonnaroo, pointing out the last functioning Porta Potty.

At the famous Gruhn Guitars in Nashville, they let me play through Buddy Holly's 1958 Magnatone amplifier. I am happy.

Last night I was given a cake replica of my '92 Ford Taurus. My clunky cell phone was delicious.

I got to sign the Radio City signature book next to the Glee cast. Now I can forge all their signatures on checks.

Here's a pic of me on the road. It's the cover of my upcoming acoustic CD "Mind Reflections". It's going to suck.

I'm performing tonight in Dallas. Interesting thing about this town; no one really dresses like this.

I got this bruise stage diving. It's called "Giving 100
%." It's also called ”total lack of depth perception.”

On my bunk in the Tour Bus, eating Doritos and watching Team America. Me happy.

I'm performing tonight at a dinner theater in Reno. Who says my career is in trouble?

Doing a show in San Francisco. This is a chair in my dressing room. I'm not kidding.

I just gave my waitress, Bambi, tickets to tonight's show in Spokane. Do I still have to tip her?

I'm in Vancouver for my second show. Thought I'd stir up some controversy by wearing my hat that says "Canada."

I'm in Eugene, OR and my room faces the theater where I debut tomorrow. The mob outside is in a frenzy.

I traced my tour route on a map. I see a turtle sexually attacking a horse smoking a cigarette.

In honor of Good Friday, I’ve hired a writer who looks like Jesus with a perm.

For the tour, I'm borrowing No Doubt's road cases. Wait until you hear my cover of "Just a girl".

This is down the street from where we're rehearsing. I guess nothing sells liquor like a maniacal circus clown.