What are you suppose to say....

Recently found out one of my friends got married legally by the state of Illinois. Most of his friends had no idea he was married up until a couple of days ago. Well lets just say there was a little "surprise" in the oven. I guess he did the right thing, but that's pretty fucked up. So this friend... He's been known to do really stupid things... It's been a while since he's done anything to shake our heads at but he never fails to let us down. So raise your beer for unprotected sex.... Gets ya every time.... (Does anyone else here the sound of a shotgun?)

Just ignor the half frozen crazy person...

Now I'm not one to support people living on the streets, but in all honesty if they can hold card that says "gimme yo change or i kill you/God bless you" all on the same sign. You would think they would be able to hold some manual labor job of some sort. As you all know, it's pretty fucking cold here in chicago. Now anyone who lives on the streets should know that also. Why anyone would choose to be homeless here in chicago is beyond my comprehension. Although I did hear a fun story about some homeless person under the LaSalle street bridge who had a tv and a playstation 2. He had some mad skills at dance dance revolution...

Real men use umbrellas

It's raining in Chicago today. I knew that before I got downtown and yet I still don't bring like to bring umbrellas. It's up there with eating by yourself in public places and using the bathroom in a rest stop. It's just something your not suppose to use. When I find myself wet and hidding under a one of many Starbuck's awnings(thanks to them for having 6 shops on every block) I almost break down and buy an umbrella. Of coure I don't because that would be a good idea and umbrellas are gay(not that there is anything wrong with that)...
Well off into the rain again I go... and more Buck's awnings....
BD

Another bitter box of Vday chocolates...

Another Valentine day comes to a close. I wasn't sure what the real history behind this special day of love was really about so I googled it. It's kind interesting. This gangsta Bishop Valentine liked to secretly marry young people who were in love about 2000 years ago. It basically got his ass killed. There's a valuable lesson to be learned from our friend from the block V-dowg here... mess with love you get executed by ancient Romans.
Rest in peace my niga!!
BD

And by the way!

Happy Chinese new year to all the yellows and the wannabee Egg's out there. It's the year of the roster just to let all you white devil folk out there. So its going to be a good year for the K Period F period C period

Rough days...

You know you've had it bad when you are in a in a Steak n shake for 45 minutes and you've spent 43 minutes of it on the phone. The cute waitress brought out my food 5 minutes after I ordered and I just let it sit because I couldn't get off the phone! So after all that I finally get to eat and the waitress comes over to me and says "rough day huh?" I replied "No they just don't approve that I eat lunch. We don't pay you to eat on company time hippy...."

Doppelganger can't resist the call of the super bowl party...

They are growing more common, but I ran into a doppelganger of someone I know today. The original copy is one of my closest friend's brother. He really likes talking about himself. A lot. It's not just people he knows or knows him. It's random strangers and the conversation doesn't involve beginnings or endings. It just starts with one person moves to the next and so on and so on till the end of human existence or someone takes it upon themselves to end it themselves with a Styrofoam plate and some hotwings. But I digress, I met the girl copy tonight. She scanned the room for any available suckers to make eye contact and she found me. She(and when I say she I mean soul sucker Molly) came over and sat next to me. She seemed friendly enough. We had a pretty average ranging from hating work and where we grew up. Then it got weird. In a span of 15 minutes I went to knowing nothing about her to knowing what her childhood first grade teacher's 85 Plymouth wagon color(it was cobalt blue). But it didn't stop there. Oh no. It went on. I found out that she really like someone in the party. That she is willing to cheat on her "man" if there's a chance to get with a friend of mine. She also mentioned that her current boyfriend lost his last girlfriend to cancer. SO by the grace of some unknown entity that control's the universe we will lioke to call joebob sent me a gay man with perfect timing for me to run for my fucking life back into the party and just hide. So a long story... well not very short but very painful, ends on a good note. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?
BD