March 7th, 2010
Fresh off the presses from thomday.com:
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In a crossover worthy of Allen Iverson himself, I am presenting here my latest contribution to my other most worthy endeavor: ClassicChad.com. What’s ClassicChad.com you ask? Better question: What isn’t ClassicChad.com? Next question.
Chad is a man. But so much more. Chad is anything and everything. Chad is… chad. He’s a likely body double for Robin Williams. He’s a wink and a smile. He’s a cardboard sign that attempts to say Bundaberg, but truly says possible rapist. He’s the fine line between love and hate. He’s a man who found the one thing, that once put in his mouth, is only rivaled by a man’s penis in ultimate gayness. He’s a man who refuses to wear a hat that can be described as a Kangol, or a beret, causing the creation of the fashion phenomenon, the Kangeret. He’s the glue that forever binds four roguish boys from England, and three of America’s finest bachelors, into a super-team reminiscent of The Justice League of America. The Seven Samurai. The seven coolest characters from Ocean’s 11. The Seven Deadly Sins. S Club 7. All rolled into one ragtag band of brothers, skating through life on a patch of ice called a dream. A true Flying V. He’s a man who proves eloquently, that you can let the passion pop, but you can never pop the passion. To Chad.
March 3rd, 2010
Thom Day..the guy’s spectacular
Swaggering about with his East Coast vernacular
I remember I met him all bedraggled and damp
On his way back from a week at surf camp
When he regaled us with tales of heart breaking betrayals
Which led to him now being right off the rails
But mock we did not this lugubrious man
With his bright bristle beard and salubrious tan
For instead a firm friendship began to form
Soon to take all of Sydney by storm (Hungry Jack’s style…Americaaa!)
March 1st, 2010
I was playing at the playground outside of my hood and thought “What if the ducks were black?”Answered.
February 26th, 2010
I couchsurfed with a man in Philadelphia; he said he lived in the city. I rocked up on the bus to city center and found out he lived a near-hour train ride outside the city.
He never talked to me, instead choosing to read whatever obscure book he could find. He had an Olympus SLR and loved it, made me look at all his photos on his PC and blasted tune-age on his Zune.
He didn’t have any real friends; he hosted two or three couchsurfers a week so that he could go back to the office and brag about (what he thinks are) all his new friends/how worldly he is/how much fun he has being wild and what a totally fun guy he is.
Classic Chad.