NASCAR Breakfast

My friend, sometimes I wonder how, Doug(las) invited my lady friend and I to go to NASCAR with him. We had to be there early; I guess for the "good seats". Because the closer you are to the track the less hairy redneck backs you have to look at during the race (and that's just the women. We show to his place and I make the mistake(?) of asking him to put my beers in the fridge while we waited.
Yup. I know. Soak it all in. The perfect redneck breakfast if you look close! Deer, ketchup and half a bottle of 6 day old flat Coke Zero. I questioned the "mistake" because if I had not asked, I would not have found this gem.




So my body feels like this: I made the stupid mistake of starting the P90X challenge. Not that the box came with the dvds AND a tall buff mother fucker that MAKES me complete it, but I want to see if it's bullshit or not. If it is, oh well. If not, I'm gonna get my "v" back. I had a "V" in the ARMY, but it turned into a "U".




Last, but not least: I cut my nephew's hair once.





...but only once. He hasn't been back. Not sure why. Pretty sweet if you ask me!