CALL ME A FOOL OR WHATEVER, BUT IT IS MY FAVORITE NIGHT OF THEIR MEET.
MY COLON STARTS TO PUCKER JUST THINK OF THOSE TENDER KERNALS DRIPPING IN MELTED BUTTER. I BRING AN EXTRA POUND OF BUTTER JUST IN CASE THEY SKIMP ON THEIRS
I LIKE TO EAT MY
HOT BUTTERED CORN WHILE SITTING ON THE SINK IN THE CLUBHOUSE REST ROOM.
WHY DONT THEY KEEP A ROLL OF PAPER NEAR THE SINK. HATE WALKING TO A STALL OR TWO TO STEAL THEIRS BEFORE I WIPE MY ASS. WHY DONT THEY KEEP A SUPPLY OF DUDE WIPES NEAR THE SINK?
THOSE THINGS CAN REALLY KEEP YOU FROM PUTTING A RACING STRIPE ON YOUR SKIVVIES, SO YOU CAN KEEP THEM IN CASE YOU NEED AN ICEMAN STYLE MASK TO GO SHOPPING
DONT YOU LOVE THE WAY HOT BUTTERED CORN CAN TURN AN ORDINARY TURD INTO A WORK OF ART, ALL THEM YELLOW SPECKS
DIT DOTTING THEM BROWN LOGS. ONE NIGHT AFTER EATING MOSTLY A VEGGIE DIET OF LETTUCE, BROCCOLI AND CORN I HAD A SHIT ATTACK THAT LOOKED THE SAME COLOR AS COREY CALLAHANS COLORS. I AINT LYNG HERE
I WAS SO PROUD OF THAT ONE, I LEFT IT THERE FOR OTHERS TO ADMIRE... SO YOU GUYS CAN THANK ME
I HOPE THEY DIDNT WIPE THE NIGHT OFF THEIR CALENDER
LOVE SPENDING 2 DAYS IN JERSEY, CANT DRIVE STRAIGHT HOME AFTER THE RACES UNLESS YOU LIKE SHITTING IN THE BACK SEAT, HAD TO DO THAT 2 YEARS IN A ROW, NEVER AGAIN
