November 24, 2002. It all starts out innocently. Chuck is very surprised by his birthday party. Here he’s seen cutting his birthday cake while his wife, Tiffany, and his nephew, Kyle, look on.
Chuck poses with two of the masks that were made of his face. They just happen to be attached to my butt.
Chuck decides to take the subway into Manhattan to go out for drinks and get into trouble. Let’s see where the night takes him…
On the subway Chuck picks up a chick. She’s cute. Good job, Chuck!
Chuck has the munchies, so he stops at the deli in the West Village to get something to eat.
And while Chuck is eager to get his drink on, he’s not the type of guy who doesn’t have time to stop and smell the roses.
OK. Enough of that sissy flower stuff. Chuck is a real man. Chuck needs a drink. So, here we are at Daddy-O’s
Mmmmmm. Pale Ale.
And Red Stripe!
And hard liquor. Chuck is unable to control himself. Chuck is a wild man! (Sidenote: One of Chuck’s heads was left right here behind the bar at Daddy-O’s in the West Village. Stop in and visit it some time!)
Chuck just spent all his money on booze and now he’s starving. Unfortunately, all he can afford is crap food off the 99 cent menu at Wendy’s.
After much time spent outside Wendy’s with his thumb in the air, Chuck finally is able to find someone to hitch a ride back to Brooklyn with.
Uh oh! Looks like somebody drank too much!
Even though Chuck’s breath smells like puke, it doesn’t mean he’s not gettin lucky tonight!!!!!