In a page out of your parents “What has the world come to” lecture comes a new book consisting of Dear Abbey style advice from Ozzy “The Prince of Darkness” Osbourne. Yes, you heard me correctly; Ozzy is giving people advice on issues ranging from sex to relationships to coworkers who suffer from body odor to testicular hygiene.

The book, co-written with Chris Ayres, comes from Ozzy’s advice columns that ran in Rolling Stone magazine and the Sunday Times in London. The publisher sums up what is found on the pages of Trust Me, I’m Dr. Ozzy by stating that the book will "tell incredible survival stories not found in his memoir, offer advice that no human should follow, and shed light on his seemingly superhuman ability to keep breathing."

What is surprising is that Ozzy really does give some good advice. I suppose, upon deeper reflection, it is not that surprising, as it is easy to tell people what not to do if you have screwed up every area of your life on numerous occasions.

Ozzy’s sense of humor comes across loud and clear but he also has genuine concern for the people who are asking his advice. When a man named Hugh asks Ozzy if he should sneak out to a massage parlor for a hand job, Ozzy writes with conviction:

"A hand job is a very personal thing, and after a lifetime of practice, most blokes get a pretty specific preference for the kind of technique they like. So unless you're acting as a co-pilot and barking out instructions to your dodgy masseuse every two seconds, it might end up feeling more like she's skinning a dead rabbit than driving you wild with forbidden pleasure. In fact, it sounds to me like you've already built this up in your head to the point where it's gonna be an expensive disappointment. You also ain't factored in guilt. It's all very well you telling Dr. Ozzy that 'it doesn't seem wrong' to hire an extra pair of hands to help out in the monkey-spanking department, but I'm afraid to say that if you're anything like me, your conscience won't agree."

At the end of the day, this is another project that throws Ozzy from center stage into our daily lives, making him more of a pop icon that a heavy metal rock star. It should make him a lot of money and, at the same time, make American love him even more than they already do.

Underneath Ozzy’s tendency to urinate on public landmarks, defecate in elevators, bite the heads of winged animals and take copious amounts of drugs and booze, there lies a sweet, gentle and sensitive man -- possibly crazy as a loon but very human nonetheless.

Trust Me, I’m Dr. Ozzy is a fun read from beginning to end and a must-own for any fan of the Lord God of Hellfire.