Honestly, I'm not that into auto racing anymore. If this had been 1995 I probably would've been excited beyond control, but since it's 2010, I was only mildly excited. On the drive up my body decided a good substitute for excitement was car sickness.
About 25 miles outside of Richmond we had to pull over so I could throw up. As I barfed my guts out one of my coworkers got my camera out and took pictures of me. My own camera. Bastard.
Did anything else interesting happen? Not really. My coworkers tried and failed to get me drunk, I saw Darrell Waltrip, and sitting in the grandstands just below me were not one, but two girls with that stupid Kate Gosselin reverse mullet.
Here's Flickr links to big photos of Waltrip and the reverse mullet girls.
9 comments:
Nice ass, Scott.
Or lack of one.
It's true. That is not an ass you are seeing. That is jeans stretched over underpants and possibly a wallet.
Which is kinda sad, because otherwise Scott is sorta cute. Tense and suspicious, but cute.
Nice, um, jeans stretched over underpants and maybe a wallet.
Poor Scott.
[Tensely and suspiciously reads Helen's comment.]
At least you are cute while doing it. According to Sherri, any way. I have only seen a picture of your jeans and your gross stitched up finger.
No way you saw Kate Gosslin...I'm jealous
Helen, I'm a big, bald fat guy who wears ill-fitting clothes and pukes on the side of the road. Also, I have a blog.
Amie, I saw two Kate Gosselin doppelgangers, not the real thing. If it had been the real one I would've screamed, "Stop exploiting your children, you freak!"
You can't be that bad, I'm guessing Sherri knows you personally and she still talks to you. At least your blog is entertaining. And you don't look fat to me. Puking on the side of the road totally sucks, though.
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