Wedding Gifts
I went to a friend’s wedding a few years ago on the east coast. Pretty standard wedding, with nothing epic to report from the reception itself. However, the phone call I got a few days after the wedding was fairly noteworthy.
MY NAME IS CHIP. WEIRD SHIT JUST SORTA HAPPENS TO ME. THIS IS A SOME OF THAT SHIT.
I went to a friend’s wedding a few years ago on the east coast. Pretty standard wedding, with nothing epic to report from the reception itself. However, the phone call I got a few days after the wedding was fairly noteworthy.
This dude in Britain cheated in some stupid marathon they had across the pond last weekend.
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.
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.
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.
We’ve got to do something about this guy. I initially didn’t know how bad it was, but this is getting serious. If we don’t take a stand right now, this son of a bitch just might have the nerve to release Clerks III.
Why is Snooki taking a dump on stage in this picture?