Old Chicago Must Die

My going away shindig last night was held at Old Chicago Pizza in Canal Park. All I had was two slices of thick crust pepporoni pizza, a 20 oz. Hard Core (a hard apple cider) and a piece of cake. I now weigh 214 lbs. That is 5 lbs more than 3 days ago. I am feeling bloated and my sleep last night was erratic. I just completed a 2 mile jog in an attempt rid this poison from me. All it did was make me light-headed.

Fuck Old Chicago.

Update: All right, that was a horribly depressing post. So I must balance it out with this delightful short film entitled, “Mr. Heavyfoot Kicks a Ball“. Enjoy!

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