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Whenever I’ve been invited to a Halloween party, it’s pretty much guaranteed that I’ll put on the same outfit as the previous year. And the year before that. It’s a subtle costume, but one that gets people smiling once I tell them what it actually is that I’m wearing. It’s all in the punch line.
Every [...]
The strangest thing happened the other night; the phone rang and I actually picked up. Not sure why, I mean, isn’t that why voicemail was invented?
I said hello. The lady on the other end said hi is this Sebastien Wilcox? I said I’m not interested. She said wait not so fast. I said I don’t have [...]
I was in line at Starbucks yesterday. I was feeling good so I guess I started humming a song that I didn’t know all the words to. Some dude in the line looks at me with a smile and says don’t quit your day job. Well it just so happens that on this day, I [...]
I was at the YMCA this morning. Although I didn’t see any gay men spelling the alphabet, I did see an elderly woman coming towards the entrance as I was leaving. She seemed to be about nine to ten meters away from the doors – what I consider to be the grey area to the [...]
For some strange reason, I watched the season finale of The Biggest Loser Australia. Not the whole show, mind you, just the weigh-in part, where all the fat turned not-so-fat people sorta hopped on a scale for their chance at winning two hundred thousand dollars.
Now I can’t tell you if this was this year’s show, [...]
Prepare to be pleasantly surprised.
The moral of this post? I felt very moved watching this. And very white.
Today, I put my Levi’s jeans to rest. It was a tough decision seeing that there was still life in them, although the two massive rips in the knees and the howya doing in the crotch would prove otherwise.
They were tough jeans, but they were fair jeans. Jeans that brought out some of my worst [...]
When your dog jumps excitedly on me and you say don’t worry he’s friendly don’t you mean to say that your dog stinks like wet dog and that he has dog breath and that he’s going to slobber his dog breath saliva all over me and then he’s going to place his dirty-ass paws on [...]
My son Zachary likes cheese. In fact, if he had a choice between eating cheese and going to the zoo, he would choose cheddar, gouda, edam, goat, havarti, mozzarella, parmesan, sliced, nacho, cream, string and whiz over the hippo and the elephant.
It’s not that Zachary is an animal activist, it’s just that he hates how zoos [...]