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MY NAME IS CHIP. WEIRD SHIT JUST SORTA HAPPENS TO ME. THIS IS A SOME OF THAT SHIT.
Incidentally, Smells is looking to hire a new intern. Please reach out to him directly or forward to anyone you think may be qualified.
After spring break, senior year at Dayton, Spice came back to school from New York and brought with him some big ass Italian sub from a deli in NYC. We went to the bar and he did not stop yapping about this fucking sub. “It’s the best sub in the city…. I grew up on these subs… My Dad went to this place when he was a kid… I can’t wait to go home tonight and eat that sandwich….” As he said this, I looked at Felix’s face and knew that Spice was never seeing one bite of that sandwich.
Charlie Hustle twice tried to eat 8 pounds of carrots in one day. His mother went shopping for groceries for our house and what do single college aged guys like to eat… apparently carrots…. pounds and pounds of carrots? After not opening the bag for 2 months they were going bad and we had to get rid of them somehow.
At UD I bartended at this biker/dive bar just off campus with Felix, Charlie, Desire, Fatoo and Donger. I was a 21-year-old freshman so pretty much the only student that should have been in there. Good thing that this fat dipshit hillbilly named Blob ran the place and let any 15-year-old with a library card into the joint.
Pranks wars were a daily game for us at UD. If we’d spent half the energy on school as we did on finding ways to fuck with people, we may have all graduated.