MY NAME IS CHIP. WEIRD SHIT JUST SORTA HAPPENS TO ME. THIS IS A SOME OF THAT SHIT.
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.
For my first bachelor party me and 11 of my buddies went to Hilton Head Island. We played some golf, hit the strip clubs, drank some beers, told some lies and woke up early for a shark fishing trip… It ended up being a trip of firsts.
First time I ever caught a shark.
First time I ever held a shark.
First time I screamed like a bitch and threw a shark back in the water.
September 30, 2011
Chip
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