1961 – The chapter: Let’s make a corporation to own the house. We’ll pay ourselves rent. We’ll make it endure for 30 years, to see how things go. All Phi Sigma Kappa members will be stakeholders. The state: Sounds like a plan. 1991 – Crip and Gingerman: Let’s just make the corporation permanent, so we […]
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In honor of da bearsssss, and as tribute to Cripley, Piller, Pretty Boy and Dave Sandel (who does not belong in the same group), I am drinking Stella Artois tonight. I can’t tomorrow, because it’s the kiddo shuffle. You remember Stella. Tall, thin, kinda bitter. A little bit stinky (like many French speaking Europeans). I […]
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I may be the world’s greatest wingman, but I am not Dr. Phil. I can’t save a “f*** her until she’s bored with you” relationship from collapsing under its own stupidity.
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Chicago + beer = fat drunk and stupid. Well, maybe not fat. Drive to Chicago to visit Crip. Use the south side surface streets, for the “scenic drive.” Crip: You are so going to get a beat down. There are plenty of places to park on the near north side. Trust me on this. (If […]
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More adventures of the Stupid, brought to you with a little help from Don Ho, Jeff Spicoli and Tony Montoya. 9. Park your car in the west entrance of a nature preserve near your house. If your pal 8 Barrel is there, that’s cool. Do this at night. Point your car at the road, while […]
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