“They’re doing WHAT on Wacker?”
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.
Chicago’s level of dedication to its Irish denizens involves annually dying the river bright green.
Since Rahm became mayor, city streets are safe enough for a nap. Let’s just hope it’s not a dirt nap.
On your mark, get set… hurl! Remember sports fans, binge drinking is a marathon, not a sprint.
“Your lack of faith disturbs me.” Welcome to the Dark Side of the Force!
Mmm, recycling gets us hot. Finally, an answer to the question, “Why don’t we get drunk and screw?” (Hint: It’s yes)
Next year, maybe just wear a skirt.
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