Category Archives: One-Sentence Wednesdays
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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. … Continue reading