Ah-hahahahaha! My company owns its very own gen-U-wine NASCAR race, which necessitates attendance at said race. I could write a book about NASCAR. It is apeshit crazy stuff. Our race is BYOB, which means Bring Your Own Bottle - in a cooler which technically holds 75 bottles, and is on wheels to make it easy to cart into the stadium. So you drink, drink, drink, and you can't hear a thing for years later because it is so fucking loud, and you get bits of burned rubber stuck in your ears, eyelashes, hairline and nose hair. Oh. And the brainiac NASCAR fans all stand, as if a single writhing 100,000 crowd-sized human, on the third lap, and quietly hold three fingers in the air for the enitre lap, in honor of #3. That'd be Dale Earnhardt Senior, for you non-NASCAR folks. IT IS SO GAY.
Boy Toy, Beau, and Dangerous K suiting up 
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Ah-hahahahaha! My company owns its very own gen-U-wine NASCAR race, which necessitates attendance at said race. I could write a book about NASCAR. It is apeshit crazy stuff. Our race is BYOB, which means Bring Your Own Bottle - in a cooler which technically holds 75 bottles, and is on wheels to make it easy to cart into the stadium. So you drink, drink, drink, and you can't hear a thing for years later because it is so fucking loud, and you get bits of burned rubber stuck in your ears, eyelashes, hairline and nose hair. Oh. And the brainiac NASCAR fans all stand, as if a single writhing 100,000 crowd-sized human, on the third lap, and quietly hold three fingers in the air for the enitre lap, in honor of #3. That'd be Dale Earnhardt Senior, for you non-NASCAR folks. IT IS SO GAY.
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