So, I was sitting in a bar in the Chicago Tower, and a tourist commented about how windy it is in Chicago. I explained that it is so windy, that, coupled with the updraft alongside skyscrapers, one can step out a window and not fall to the ground. The tourist shook his head in disbelief. I went over to the window, climbed out, and let go of the casing; I stood there with my arms across my chest with pride. After I had climbed back in, the tourist climbed out, immediately performing the falling part out of "Dog Eat Dog" (Kamikaze from the hundredth floor, Swan dive to the street) by Ted Nugent. The bartender said, "You are one mean drunk, Superman". So there you have it- mean as hell and a huge imagination.
If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around.
