Those of you that are not Cubs fans cannot imagine the pain and sorrow that comes with growing up a Cubs fan. My cold, black heart was forged by decades of failure.
My grandparents were Cubs fans. They never saw the Cubs win.
My parents were Cubs fans. They never saw the Cubs win.
I am off to Chicago this week. I have tickets for game 4 at Wrigley.
If you see a slobbering, naked lunatic run onto the field and kick Francisco Lindor in the balls during that game, raise a glass. That would be me.
I have no personal animosity toward Cleveland Indian fans. I'm sure they are very nice people.
But they must be crushed.
I have many fantasies.
I would like to be locked in a sex toy factory overnight with Maxx.
I would like to be shipwrecked on a deserted Island with Dita (the ship was filled with Champagne and Viagra!)
But I would trade them all for a Cubs World Series win.
This is going to be a very hard week for me.
Hide the women and children, and assemble the tribe for battle.
If you lack regard for your personal safety, join me in Chicago next weekend.
108 years of pain and anger are going to be unleashed.

Weasel

So drunk.
So happy.
Cubs Win! Cubs Win!

that sounds awesome haha have fun xD

Congrats.

Now what about trading all your triple-XXX-ed fantasies in for a Cubs win ?
I wonder how long you will manage to stay dry.


cheers,

Gaston.

Still drunk.

Might sober up in 2-3 days, but not making any promises.
The vicory parade in Chicago yesterday was 5 Million+ people.
Largest public gathering in the history of the US.
Fucking chaos.
I think I need another drink.

Weasel