Show Rundown: January 31, 2011
Will the Howard Stern Show Move to Los Angeles?
Robin Says ‘Garvenor’
Charlie Sheen: Insane or Genuine Genius?
Howard Stern and Tracy Morgan Bond at Knicks Game
Jeff ‘the Vomit Guy’ Returns and Is Grosser Than Ever
One Man’s Nauseous Anal Fantasy
Strict Rules for the Vomit Guy: No Scat, Only Puke
The Sad Life of an Emetophile
The Sad Life of an Emetophile
Howard noted Jeff’s weight gain, so Jeff shrugged: “I am sluggish. I eat a lot of junk foods. That’s true.”
Jeff said he lived alone with his father: “My mother’s dead.” Howard laughed: “From embarrassment?”
Jeff pressed on, saying his father didn’t approve of his fetish (“He’s from the old school.”) but loved their army of cats: “I used to have 17. Now I have 10.”
After Jeff described his old job as a postal worker, Robin shuddered: “I never want another letter.” Jeff took it well, acknowledging, “I’m a very pathetic individual…it’s a very tragic situation.”
Howard asked Jeff to pen a personal ad, so Jeff began: “Clean-shaven, 5’9″, a little pudgy in the mid-section, not into any vices such as, uh–I’m not a drinker. I’m not a smoker…I would say I have a typical Jewish nose…I’m in a quagmire. I’m in a holding pattern.”