Monday, October 25, 2010

Run Fat Boy Run. Run Fat Boy Ruuuunnn!

Ham?
A dinner?
A Mad Max reference?

Fuckshitdamn!

Taken from the legendary Gold Star Bar in Chicago, this is one of my favorite dive bars of all time. It's just down the street from a place commonly referred to as "Cut Throat Liquors" because a man literally had his throat cut and bled to death in front of it. So it goes.

Anyway, back to the Midget and the Mongoloid. I've been drunk but never so drunk decided to publicly form opinions about Mad Max in a response to a lovely ham dinner invitation.

Keep it awesome Chicago.

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