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.
Went to Louisville for KY Gentleman’s birthday. His wifey threw him a party in the back of this Mexican joint. We were all just sipping margaritas and all of a sudden this guy in a Luchador costume runs in. Not sure what was going on but that guy had a tight ass and a fantastic package if you ask me. I’m not positive but he might have been a stripper because that old lady was grinding all over him.
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.
Last fall I took a trip the Finland, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania and Poland with Charlie Hustle, Bobby Ford and Felix Ackman. Here are a few pictures from our trip.
When I first moved to Chicago I lived in the Lakeview neighborhood near the Church of Scientology of Chicago. I’d walk past it daily and was always intrigued. Thinking “What the hell is going on in that place,” but I never got the gumption to just say screw it and go in. One day I was discussing with Fancy how I wanted to go and she instantly took the bait to join me. We planned our night; dinner, a quick stop into the Scientology Center and then to Schubas to see our friend Nathan Xander’s concert. Game on…
The population of Iceland is about 300,000 people, about the size of Corpus Christi, Texas. I’ve decided there are multiple reasons the population is so low…. The obvious reason is it’s cold as balls but my research shows that is not the only reason. It is also the most dangerous place on the planet.
After being accused of looking like a terrorist by an Icelandair desk agent, I have no choice but to purchase a second full priced ticket to Iceland. Felix, KY, Charlie and Sexy get on the Wednesday flight, I’ll spend the night in Boston and meet them in Reykjavik on Thursday. I call Desire in Chicago, he breaks into my apartment, gets my passport and overnight’s it to me in Boston.
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.)
May 10, 2012
Chip
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