I can scour the Internets for the rest of the day, but I won’t find anything to top this phenomenal 15-minute video of CoCo floating around a pool in a string bikini while someone covers Kate Bush’s “A Woman’s Work” on the background track. You can’t make this stuff up.

Then she hits the elliptical machine and later feels up her own ass in fishnets tights.

It’s not suitable for work.

It’s not suitable for anybody, really.

Ice-T’s super-classy wife, Coco, has launched a magazine. It’s called — you guessed it! — Coco, and it is, according to The Sun, “filled entirely with shots of herself.”

OMG.

Who the hell is going to buy this?

Are people actually attracted to this woman?

What the hell is she charging for this magazine? Please, folks, if you see one on a newsstand, email me with what it costs. And then linger by the newsstand for the rest of the day and photograph and interview everyone who buys one. I must know who these strange creatures are.

Since it’s the slowest news day ever, here’s Ice-T’s wife, CoCo, shaking her ass at her birthday party in NYC.

We only bring out CoCo in case of emergencies.

I don’t understand this relationship. CoCo seems like the kind of girl you bang and then kick out the door. But she’s been married to Ice-T for nearly four years. In Hollywood, you have to admit that’s pretty impressive.