Comedy

In a surge of ultimate socio-patheticness ( sic ), I decided that I would let go of all my friends in exchange for new friends. Bros, chums, pals, distant buddies, acquaintances, et al . Now, there’s nothing wrong with my current set of friends, but to paraphrase a classic break-up line, “it’s not them, it’s me”. Yes, I have outgrown them with my unique blend of awesomeness and intellect. Actually, to be completely honest, I decided to hold on to the acquaintances for a bit l

I sat around watching Lion King the other day. It was before I discovered they were coming out with a 3D version, otherwise I would’ve waited. Dang that, by the way. Now it will be all fresh in my memory – although I feel the added dimension will only help to tug at my heart strings even further. Admit it guys, The Lion King made you cry. It’s okay, we’ve all been there. In fact, TLK represents one of only a few selection of movies where I wasn’t rooting for the bad guy. I me

Getting hit in the balls – every guy has been through that at least once in their life, if not more. I myself can remember three of mine. And it’s nasty, I tell you; nasty as hell. And that isn’t even the worst bit. What makes the experience all the more unpleasant is your usually loyal friends’ unwillingness to drop everything and come to your aid with, if not an ice pack, then at least a shard of sympathy. But no. The moment that taped-tennis ball (yeah, that’s how we play

For as far back as I can remember, I have always had the undying need to have people like me. At all times. I’m not one of those that doesn’t care about people’s opinions – I do care. It’s very important to me that people like me. I mean, why wouldn’t they? I’m so amazing. Why do these morons not adore me at all times, I wonder to myself sometimes. As far as I’m concerned, it is imperative that I am loved and admired. Twenty-four seven. This becomes a bit of a problem, becau