Posts from the ‘Chip’s Antics’ Category

The Drink Box

While I was on my Far East visit to see Felix in Japan, needless to say, we spent far too much time pouring sake down our throats.  He was living there teaching conversational English to Japanese business people and when I was in town, his students wanted to take the round-eyed American to dinner. 

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Thanksgiving Parachuting

Every year since 1980 my family has congregated in Ft. Wayne, Indiana  (Ft. Fun) for Thanksgiving.  I would guess that we are no weirder than any other family, we just have some stomach “issues.”

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The Kid Rock Midget


My passion for the Kid Rock country rap genre has never been disputed. (sarcasm) So in 2009 I went to the HullabaLOU Music Festival, at Churchill Downs, in Louisville, with the KY Gentleman and his Wifey who was 4 months pregnant. The concert went as expected; the American Bad Ass literally rocked our asses off our bodies.

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Rub Me The Wrong Way: Poop Story Of The Week

I ran this adventure race called the Wild Scallion where you do all kinds of crazy shit around town with a team of 4 people.  Pretty fun, I signed up to do it with Bobby Ford and a couple other friends.  The gist of  the race is you run about 15 miles, Rollerblade, run some stairs, kayak, swim and bike all over town…  It sounds like a pain in the ass but it was actually pretty awesome, however; it also did become a literal pain in my ass.

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The Lolla Pop

At work the day after Lollapalooza, I accidentally popped a huge zit in the middle of my back by leaning against the back of my chair  It must have been from the steroids?  I didn’t realize I did it so I had blood all over the back of my white shirt.

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Prost!

After college I did the backpack around Europe by myself thing.  Which essentially turned into the get blasted and stumble around Europe by myself thing.  I made a brief stop to my birthplace (near my birthplace) of Munich, Germany to check out the beer halls and chug some Bitburger.

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A Little Mexican For Lunch

I’m sure from the title you thought this would be a post about some Mexican food I enjoyed for lunch and then pooped my pants… well it isn’t.  It is an update on my locker room experiences with the Mexican cleaning/”hanging out in the mens locker room” ladies.  Every time I go to work out they are just maxin’ in the mens locker room.

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How Little Can You Pee Your Pants?

The origins of this game are believed to date back to the Samurai.

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