Ah, Chicago. How is it that every time we meet I end up drunk and in a compromised position... like barefoot on a 12th floor balcony at two in the morning? Well it has something to do with a philandering monkey and an evil legal super villain... and Andre.
This is one of those rare cases where you'll just have to take our word for it because the pictures are sure to cause trouble.
Ally Taylor, for those of you who don't already know, is a true renaissance woman. Legal maestro, rock band guru (doesn't even need a working instrument) and simian tailor extraordinaire (weddings & pool parties only). The girl shows us the best of Chicago while showing Chicago the rest of us.
Thanks for another... whatever that was.
and a random slap on the nose for pumpkin.
-dave-
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