MY NAME IS CHIP. WEIRD SHIT JUST SORTA HAPPENS TO ME. THIS IS A SOME OF THAT SHIT.
In 2007, I went to Ann Arbor with Smells to watch Michigan destroy Notre Dame. I love Notre Dame football and have always wanted to go to the Big House, Michigan’s Stadium. We got there on Friday night and did the usual campus drinking. We woke up Saturday morning, tailgated and headed into the stadium. When we got to our seats, I started feeling that “Uh oh” grumble down below.
Our senior year at Dayton we lived near the prime parking area for commuter students, right near the academic buildings. I’d park my Wrangler right in front of our house and leave it there for weeks. (Except of course to drive to the bar every night.) We pretty much had a reserved house parking spot, right in front of our place.
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.
Spring break junior year of college we decided to go to my parents lake house in Texas. A pretty ridiculous crew of ten guys, including me, Hustle, Felix, Desire, KY and The Donger hopped in our cars and drove from Dayton to Lake Conroe, outside Houston.
With art, saying too much can ruin the beauty of what you are experiencing. You must see the art first, then after you’ve taken in a masterpiece, you form your own interpretation of what you’ve just seen.
The attached piece of literature is one of these rare works of genius. Please read the attached document first and only then move to the comments below for an explanation. Without further ado, I present:
On a cold Monday night at UD after watching football, drinking warm leftover keg beer and eating too many chicken wings, the KY Gentleman was forced to relieve himself on our front porch. I’m not talking about #1 here… this is called the poop story of the week for a reason.
Our senior year at UD, The Donger brought to school a stuffed boar’s head trophy from his fathers basement. He gave us a speech about how important this thing was to his dad, that he had stolen it and that we couldn’t fuck it up or his dad would be furious. So…we hung it in the most high traffic room of the house.
May 10, 2012
Chip
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