Refereeing, Choreography, and Being 52
When I started seeing Sean Connery’s name pop up in my newsfeed Saturday. I thought, “Oh, fuck, no. Don’t tell me he is endorsing Trump now, too.”
When I started seeing Sean Connery’s name pop up in my newsfeed Saturday. I thought, “Oh, fuck, no. Don’t tell me he is endorsing Trump now, too.”
I never lost my virginity. I know exactly where I left it. It’s in a hotel room somewhere in Kingston, Ontario.
I tried to watch the first few episodes of Russian Doll but was distracted by myself constantly yelling at the TV, “It’s Groundhog Day! You’re being Groundhog Day-ed!!! How the fuck could you not have seen Groundhog Day???”
The part I auditioned for last week was so small that I learned my lines for it while I was slating.
I’m not saying that Trump is still colluding with Russia, but he just passed a law making it illegal for anyone on American soil to body check Ovechkin.
and Trigger Warnings
Wondering which of these things may happen first before I die: a Stanley Cup in Toronto or Dennis Miller thinking up a funny Michelle Wolf joke.
That last period of the Boston-Toronto series looked like a father-son peewee game.
I have been thinking about equal pay in the entertainment industry for a long time, and I will say two things. One won’t be popular. One will.
When I turned fifty last week, I decided that I am saving swimming for my sixties, golf for my seventies, and Stratford for my eighties.
I was sure my TUG LIFE clothing line for compulsive masturbators was gonna do a lot more business than it did.
Our Prime Minister has never even hinted at building a wall and, more importantly, he is a real treat to look at.