can you think of a worse way to spend a sunday (let alone Mother's day)? me neither. yet there i was, at my brother's house watching NASCAR with my father and brother. all that was missing from the truly white trash specatcle was open bottles of Bud.how in the name of cher did this "sport" ever become popular?
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And thought I was in pain having to tolerate my arrogant brother and white trash sister while putting in air conditioners at my mom , burned to a crisp and red as a beet....still less painful than Nascar...if there's a hell, that's mine: being trapped in a room with an endless loop of Nascar and supply of Pork rinds...
I LOVE NASCAR! Are you kiding me?! Maybe we could have switched places - my mom and my aunt were telling me how they wanted closed casket(mom) and cremation (aunt) before they are shipped to their respective burial plots.
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