I haven't blogged about NASCAR as of yet, but that's because it's the off season. I am a certifiable NASCAR addict, junkie, whatever you want to call it. Always hated it growing up. Then I went to a race. Now I can't stop. I don't like most kinds of racing (although bus racing has caught my eye), but give me Cup, Busch-I don't care, I'm still calling it Busch, or Truck series, and I am happy like little school girl. And so, here it comes, and just for those of you that don't know me-here are some quotes I may have heard at NASCAR events: "I like parties." "Yup. Laid down by the generator, now he's dead." "You mean they were putting up a flagpole when they were electrocuted?" "He's a REAL chef?" "Them fire ants hurt like #$%@!" "I'll go check on the camper, you go to the auto store with Darryl." "You didn't bring a shirt with you, did you?" "There's cooki
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