CHAPEL THRILL
My brother and I went down to North Carolina with victory on our mind, and plenty of bad taste in our suitcases. We came back with more bad taste than we packed, but alas, no victory.
Along with the big, fat loss, we managed to pick up a signed boob, some byrds full of "Kickin' Chicken" and a "Mitch Kupchak" from some middle-school principal. Oh, and Daddy was there to make sure we all got home safe. GO CATZ! |
