Top Five Songs Guaranteed to Get You Action*

In the game of love and romance, we all need a little help with winning over the object of our infatuation.  Some of us choose to court with flowers and shiny gifts that come in boxes, while others rely on long beauty regimes that give us the confidence to text badly-written flirtatious messages.  And some of us…write cheques.

While all these tactics work to varying degrees there is something to be said for unabashedly holding a boombox over your head at 2 a.m. while standing at the window of your Prince or Princess Charming’s abode, blaring a song that sums up your feelings (and moves the neighbours to call the cops).  If John Cusack could do it in Say Anything, so can you, you just need the right iPod speakers and musical arsenal.

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Top 5 Office Bathroom Mishaps

Like any other job, working in an office environment can have its ups and its downs… alright it has absolutely no ups, but it certainly does have its fair share of downs.  And of all the things that suck in the office environment, the absolute worst are the atrocities that occur inside the bathrooms.
So let’s dive inside the life of an average office worker for a moment and examine the top 5 office bathroom mishaps.

#5 - Choosing the Inappropriate Urinal or Stall

I was always under the impression that it was common knowledge amongst all guys around the world that there is a strict urinal code.  It has been engrained in us since birth and straying from this code results in strange looks and uncomfortable situations.  It’s simple; upon entering a bathroom you must always choose the urinal that is farthest away from any other guy in there.
But leave it up to Joe Awkward to march right in, red faced and sweaty, and choose the urinal right beside you, fumbling with his pants and belt, a complete amateur.  Not only has he has committed a deadly bathroom sin, he has successfully ruined your morning piss. [Read more]

Three simple words, infinite possibility

Everyone knows about TIFF, Caribana and new kid on the block Nuit Blanche, but in the crowded calendar of Toronto events, there glitters a true diamond in the rough. It’s not big, it’s not fancy, but potentially anyone can walk away a world champion. Three simple words, infinite possibility: Rock, paper, scissors.

On October 24^th, Toronto hosted the RPS World Championships. Sponsored by Yahoo! and attracting participants from around the globe, RPS is now a slightly serious business, offering cash prizes up to $13,000 and lifetime bragging rights for winners. But isn’t Rock, Paper Scissors just a game you played as a kid to see if Batman was tougher than Superman?

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Top 5 Ways to Be Better in Bed as a Man

Far too often these days a guy can suffer from not performing well in the sack, and leaving his woman let down and looking for hot beef injections elsewhere. Seven minutes in heaven has slowly decreased to three minutes in disappointmentville.

On a mission to find out what works and what doesn’t, Hardboss hit up the Everything to Do with Sex Show in Toronto to try and shed some light on the situation. After consulting with porn stars, dildo shuckers and perverts, here are the top 5 ways to be better in bed as a man.

5. Join the Adult Film Industry

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Searching for the Wizard of O

Condoms and dildos and stripper poles, oh my! Welcome to Toronto’s Everything to Do with Sex Show, where all walks of life gather to inconspicuously browse the latest and greatest in “sexual enhancement” gadgets, bargain-bin adult DVDs, sanitized, suburbanized fetish gear value-pack ensembles, and perhaps catch a main stage amateur pole-dancing show along the way.

Here, the path to the Emerald City is a lush, red carpet that leads you in and out of the menagerie-like caged displays of both plain and peculiar pleasure inducers.  I knew I had left Kansas when I stumbled upon the biggest dildo I had ever seen, The Great American Challenge.  More of a battering ram, this one-eyed purple people eater would probably require an entire battalion to hoist off the ground, let alone thrust through the back door.  Sufficiently frightened, I closed my eyes, clicked my heels, and repeated under my breath, “There’s no place like home…”  Instantly, the fairy godmother of The Sex Show appeared and assured me that despite the monsters along the way, I was heading in the right direction.

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