MY NAME IS CHIP. WEIRD SHIT JUST SORTA HAPPENS TO ME. THIS IS A SOME OF THAT SHIT.
A few years ago Felix, Charlie, their buddy Sexy, KY and I took our annual guys trip, this year we went to Iceland. What better way to escape the Chicago winters than by heading to ICELand in February, the unofficial home of hot chicks, 36 ounce beers, geysers, the Blue Lagoon and elves. (Seriously the Icelandic people think there are elves living in their yards.)
Like a typical college student, while I was at UD I never had any cash. So what did we do when we did have cash? We rubbed shit all over it.
These are actual pictures taken from a dating website I’m on. There’s about a million different things that girls post that drives me mental. It’s not exclusive to these specific girls below. These are generalizations… so don’t go feeling all bad for them. I assure you, there is plenty more crazy where this came from.
More Craigslist bait… this time I am trying to get rid of my iPhone because I want to “Get off the grid.”
Again, if you have any ideas for stuff I can pawn on Craigslist or services i can request please send them in.
I had my knee operated on last week from a hoops injury earlier in the summer. Instead of going the route of “traditional healing” I felt the need for something more. Thankfully I was listening to the Howard Stern Show a few weeks ago and Howard’s sidekick, Robin, went to visit Braco The Gazer. Braco is a pseudopsychic who heals people by gazing at them…. Who am I kidding? This whack job fucking stares at a room full of lunatics for 5 minutes and people pay $8 to to go see this shit. I could not think of a better way to spend my Saturday afternoon!
This lady was selling a box of K’Nex for $12 on Craigslist. To be honest I had no idea what K’Nex were when I e-mailed her the first time. They are a kids toy that is kinda like Lincoln Logs. So, like Barry Sanders, I saw an opening and I took it.
Every year for the first Friday of the NCAA Basketball tourney, me and all my scumbag friends will get together and watch the games. We skip work and get to the bar around 10am. Then we pretty much act all day like we are in still in college.
The day starts with an all-you-can-drink open bar and after 10 plus hours of drinking, it always ends exactly the way you think it does. We therefore refer to this Friday as “Black Friday.” This year Charlie decided to make the trip to Chicago for the annual debacle.
April 30, 2012
Chip
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