In a Washington Post column today — written by blogger lover Mike Wise — the true awesomeness of Cooley is unearthed. The bulk of it is about him and his girlfriend Christy, who was a Skins cheerleader, but lost her job for hanging out with Captain Chaos. Speaking of, it also explains how that nickname came about.
Oh, and this:
In honor of Christy’s 21st birthday last year, Christy’s father, Scott, and Cooley threw back 21 shots of Jim Beam bourbon. Apiece. ‘Oh, we were hurtin’,’ Cooley said.
Over the spring, Chris, Christy, Scott, her uncle Craig and aunt Shannon ended up at Vixens Gentlemen’s Club in West Virginia for what turned out to be a family outing.
“Everyone knew who Chris was,” Christy said. “The owner came out, they gave us VIP treatment and all of a sudden I look up and the strippers are dancing to ‘Hail to the Redskins.’ It was crazy.”
Amongst all this greatness, the best part for me is when I realized which cheerleader Christy was. Four years ago, my roommate and I had this exact Maxim photo framed and hanging in our living room. Cooley is officially on my all-envy team.