MY NAME IS CHIP. WEIRD SHIT JUST SORTA HAPPENS TO ME. THIS IS A SOME OF THAT SHIT.
Smells, Policy and I went to an Irish bar here in Chicago last weekend. We cozied up to a table next to the window, had a few beers and threw back more than a few shots of Tuaca. After about at least four hours of “blades and bows” and “learn and do,” Policy asked “Is something burning?”
Is this guy even for real? In addition to blowing my fantasy week, Ryan Fitzpatrick wears his wedding ring on the field? During the game? We’re not talkin bout practice… We’re talkin bout the game. This isn’t Reggie Roby sporting a watch and punting during the game, this is a starting quarterback in the NFL. Is there a bigger sign of being whipped than wearing your wedding ring on the field in the NFL? I blame that wedding ring for at least two incompletions. Dude, you went to Harvard, go be a lawyer or something where it’s not so weird for you to sport that bling.
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.
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.
October 18, 2011
Chip
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