Ahhh, horseshit

It's that time of year again in Daytona. The goddamn Daytona 500. I can feel it starting already. Drove out to the store today just to pick up some damn milk, and already there's a ridiculous amount of white trash driving around with Nascar flags hanging out their windows. Speaking of those things, those are goddamn retarded. If you honestly thing a large dangly flag crammed into your window with whatever sports logo on it is a positive addition to the aesthetics of your automobile, then it's time to shave your mullet, sell your trailer, kiss your sister-wife goodbye, and kill yourself.

Just my personal opinion.

The point of this being, by this time next week there will be enough rednecks in this town to fill 100 Kenny Loggins concerts. I think that's a country singer, I could be wrong. And depending on Kenny's bookings and venue size, I think that could be measured to a small metric buttload. Which, for the uninformed, is quite a sizable difference from an English buttload.

I really don't feel like talking about Nascar rednecks anymore. They make my brain hurt. And I submit as proof, this photo.



I rest my goddamn case.