Perhaps nowhere else in the world is the luck of the Irish more passionately celebrated than when it’s done Chicago-style. And, while you can’t tell from watching reruns of that Harrison Ford movie, it’s a level of debauchery usually reserved for the likes of New Orleans. And, if you require proof, thanks to a guy who goes by Big Swol, we’ve got the images for you below.
Since Rahm became mayor, city streets are safe enough for a nap. Let’s just hope it’s not a dirt nap.
Mmm, recycling gets us hot. Finally, an answer to the question, “Why don’t we get drunk and screw?” (Hint: It’s yes)
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