I'm in spitting distance of the border, Gus. (And I could actually look out the kitchen window of my old place and see cows in Wisconsin. I'm 5 minutes further south now.) I won't let you pigeonhole me with your sweeping generalizations, mister.
Or, you know, some other authoritative statement that actually makes sense.
Kalshane lives much closer to the cheese curtain than Chicago...
Which is probably how the hat abuse cropped up.
The Golden One is a real person. However. AU occupies the art world, which is at a certain distance from the ... (other, real, everyday, frack it..) Chicago world.
AU occupies the art world, which is at a certain distance from the ... (other, real, everyday, frack it..) Chicago world.
OTOH, the Art World is pretty close to the World Without Shrimp.
The World Without Shrimp
is
Chicago.
You are not fooling me, Mister.
Just because we have to fly our shrimp in, doesn't mean we don't have any. Because we, um... fly them in.
I'll have you know that shrimp was served at the opening I attended tonight.
The Sears Tower is the pinacle of iniquity. It leers out over the shrimp-less Lakes in a way that makes people who live in its shadow make excuses for their shrimp less-ness.
I think you're thinking of the Hancock building.
Well, um. Yes.
The Hancock Building is the pinacle of iniquity. It leers out over the shrimp-less Lakes in a way that makes people who live in its shadow make excuses for their shrimp less-ness.