MY NAME IS CHIP. WEIRD SHIT JUST SORTA HAPPENS TO ME. THIS IS A SOME OF THAT SHIT.
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.)
April 30, 2012
Chip
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