Baking. Grilling. Bacon. Gaming. Breasts outside of sex. Breasts during sex. Breasts in general. Bacon. Writing a book. Writing a book without writing anything, and selling it as a notebook, making a joke about what men think about. Writing a book with a compendium of things men are thinking about when interrupted by girlfriend with "what are you thinking about?", and how many thousands I could sell to gullible retailers, because men wouldn't buy it (they already know) and women wouldn't buy it (they wouldn't believe that, yes, that's what we're thinking about, and no, it really doesn't make any sense outside the context of our heads). Occasionally, why my pants have rotated 90 degrees, which I must now rectify. Tuxedo night. What's going to be for dinner tonight. Buying a boat. Motorboating. Motorboating breasts. Sailboating. Once, when we were much younger, that Sally Harkle would want to see a centipede. Laughing about remembering that, and trying to throw it on her, making her squeal, and how funny that was.