Look At My Striped Shirt

Ah summer. The warm nights, the ball games, the bbq's, convertibles, dining al fresco...and the Lincoln Park Trixie's out if force.

Contrary to popular belief not all Trixie's are strictly female, no there is another, equally as annoying group that I refer to as "Chad's". (Or Todd's depending on the car)

I hate these people- and hate is a strong word my friends. An evening spent with a Chad would include the following: "Look at my button down striped shirt! Fucking look at it! This shirt means one thing! I’m coming home with some pussy tonight!"

I found a superb article that delves into the mind of the aforementioned Chad's typical weekend evening and I suggest that you read it. It's superbly written and completely captures the essence of a Chad.

I hate Chad, and I hate Todd as well. They are anti cool, anti hip and anti smart. I can only hope that they eat my feces and cease to exist.

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[Juliana]

Trixie's counterpart, Chad, has a site of his own. Come celebrate all of his awesomeness...www.lpchad.com