So I totally don't want the last post to be my last of the year. So, happy new year! And stuff. Now go out, get drunk, vomit on the brown line, pee in an alley, and have a rockin' good time... that you can't remember. Or something.
Cheers!
That is all.
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A Childish Charlatan's Charades About Chicago. (Formerly: A myopic misanthrope's misadventures in Massachusetts.)
2 comments:
Luckily, I avoided puking on the Brown Line this year. Happy New Year! Yay!
Bil
...and instead puked in a cab.
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