It's Friday, and I'll be honest, I've got lots of shit to do. So, this post will be shorter than a cannibal brunch with
Gary Coleman hoagies.
Today I braved the snow to walk the corner deli, and was surprised to find that the streets were lined not with the typical Chryslers, Fords, and Toyotas native to the curbs of my neighborhood, but a sudden migration of lawn furniture.
Sadly no, this was not the precursor to an Eskimo block party. Apparently, this is how Chicago folks illegally mark their parking territory when their neghborhood gets
shat upon by Old Man Winter. And the chairs are
everywhere. Bravo, folks. Thank you for introducing me to a new level of stupid, and a comfy place to park my ass in the zero degree weather. At least until Mister Magoo needs his spot back.
Cheers!
-Brandon
-Beer: Honker's Ale
-Music: Queen
I was just telling my homies that hardly anyone posts on Friday...and if they do It's gonna be hella short lmfao Glad I'm not the only one! have a kick ass weekend homie!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteWell shit, I think you were the only one that actually signed up then... :/ and thanks for the actual reading of my blog... I'm starting to get the feeling that other people only follow me because they want me to follow them back... and honestly, I'm starting to question whether or not I should really stay in this blogging business... :(
ReplyDeleteLol it must be a !@#$% trying to find parking in the snow.
ReplyDeleteI have no life so I posted a little sumtin-sumtin tonight:-)
ReplyDeleteStay warm and kick the darn chairs over just because you can..
Lol, seriously I agree on this one, reserving your park places with furniture, hilarious!
ReplyDeletenice post
ReplyDeletehaha random chair land. I like it.
ReplyDeleteI'd be out there rearranging lawn chairs!
ReplyDeleteThe lawn chairs are a great plan. That's pretty awesome man.
ReplyDeleteNow would be the time to acquire new lawn chairs if you didn't have any.
ReplyDeleteJust when I think nothing else will surprise me, this comes along. Unreal.
ReplyDeletethem leaving the lawn chairs on the street makes it legal for you to take them. go get yourself some new nice chairs brah
ReplyDeleteYou gotta love block parties.
ReplyDeletePublic property bitches! Free chairs!
ReplyDeleteI remember when my sister lived in Chicago. I was always amazed by the city's residents' ability to get their cars into small spaces.
visions unto myself
yes this is too nice, keep blogging.
ReplyDeleteThat's a strange one alright.
ReplyDeleteTruly respectful people.
ReplyDeleteDude, free chairs!
ReplyDeletelol thats kinda amusing
ReplyDeleteyour friend,
ectomorphmuscle.blogspot.com
and yet another reason to driver a beater 4wd truck...
ReplyDeletei can park that thing anywhere! and i do not care if it get a couple scratches on it from some ,obviously, trash, left out by people concerned about where the homeless will rest there bumms!
The lovely men in blue in PA have decided to ticket people for "spot saving" even though it's pretty much an understood Philly tradition. Oh well...I'm a sissy and live 30 minutes away in the burbs so no sweat off my back. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI get why they do it but if I needed to suddenly go down there and park I'd have no problem mowing those plastic toys over with my SUV. They can suck it.
Oh how I hate snow.
ReplyDeletethis is not right. i dont like people doing that at all.
ReplyDeleteDude stay in the blogging business - you have a great style to your writing.
ReplyDeleteI'd of been tempted to swap some of the chairs around...
People's laziness and lack of care seems to be more evident in winter for some reason.
ReplyDeleteHow cool would an Eskimo block party be...Perhaps TOO COOL?
ReplyDeleteUgh, Friday seems to be the dead for blogging. I tend not to post unless I planned it out ahead of time.
ReplyDeleteThe place where I live is totally overcrowded, people are literally killing themselves for a parking spot!
ReplyDeleteI actually had one of my chairs stolen this week, the spot was still there though. It took forever to get my car, damn right I saved my spot.
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