I brought Chili to last year's local NASCAR race. This year, Al Gato and I ventured forth. The midway made me long for the class and panache of a neighborhood carnival. A few examples:



I may bring a horde of freelance biker proofreaders with me next year.



The jacket would've cost twice that, if not for the corporate sponsors contributing to the payment.



I yam too wearin' a shirt.




No comment.

Touring the Pit was like touring the aisles of Wal-Mart. But, what the fuck was this:

Paralyzed Veterans of America. Sponsoring a car. Why?

To raise awareness and as a fund-raising endevor (sic),

Charities should not pay for sponsorship rights. That drives me bug-fucking-fuck. Seriously.

And on the same tack: Snickers!?!

Creamy nougat does not belong on a hot race track. Peanuts? Fine. But in the name of M, M and Mars, won't somebody help the nougat?

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