People Magazine has named delicious Australian actor Hugh Jackman 2008’s Sexiest Man alive. They say

He’s a triple threat: a star who can sing, dance and wield a weapon. At 6 ft. 2 in., all scruff and biceps, Hugh Jackman [leaves] people stammering, “Oh … my … God,” according to costar Nicole Kidman, who adds, “Women’s jaws drop when Hugh walks into a room.”

Despite his rugged good looks and chiseled physique, Hugh Jackman isn’t above pissing his pants. He’s just like one of us! It seems he was onstage as Gaston in a production of Disney’s Beauty & The Beast when he accidentally-on-purpose tinkled in his britches. He told Playboy

“[I was singing and] I picked [Belle] up and realized I peed my pants a little. The very last note is a big time F sharp. You have to release certain muscles to hit it, the same ones that allow you to hold on when you have to go to the bathroom. I thought, if I sing this note, I’m going to pee my pants — if I don’t, I’m going to look humiliated. The actor in me took over.”

Hugh thought he’d gotten away with it until he looked out past the footlights and then down.

“The audience was looking at me funny. It had seeped through and my pants were completely wet!”

Speaking of Hugh Jackman’s urine, I would like to make it known that I would happily bathe myself in a pool of Wolverine’s wee-wee. I’d frolic and splash and roll around like a pig in a mud puddle or a dog on a stink. Of course, I’d prefer bathing in his sweat or his semen, but beggars can’t be choosers. They also can’t panhandle at the bottom of interstate exit ramps between the hours of four and seven p.m. That’s why I mostly stick to downtown street corners and gas stations. All that moving around can really wreak havoc on a girl’s cardboard box.

Hugh at Bondi Beach in Sydney, Australia: