Category Archives: One-Sentence Wednesdays
Keep up the good work, Globe and Mail. Advertisements
I get unreasonably irritated when I have to listen to someone floss or repeatedly rinse his mouth out in the third-floor men’s washroom of the chem building.
Once, when I went to a hypnotist show in middle school, the people on stage had to think everyone in the audience was a celebrity during the intermission, and someone came up to me and asked for Rick Moranis’ autograph.