Satan Speaks, Ducking Punches, and How I Lost My Virginity
I never lost my virginity. I know exactly where I left it. It’s in a hotel room somewhere in Kingston, Ontario.
Oatmeal, Voter Fraud, and Lesser-Known Rhapsodies
My feelings about oatmeal are pretty simple. If I am not camping or in prison, I’m not fucking eating it.
Toronto Recycling, That’s What She Said, and World Theatre Day
The strongest argument I can see for Trump potentially winning a second term is that Santa Clarita Diet got picked up for a second season.
Doug Ford, Joanie Loves Liberace, and Toronto Theatre’s Other Best-Kept Secret
I think Facebook is pimping me out.
