Petty, of course.Airgasm said:JLP or RP ?

Petty, of course.Airgasm said:JLP or RP ?

BTW - it's Jean-Luc Ponty.Airgasm said:Jean Luc Ponty

Rednecks love some fiddle.jazz lady said:Petty, of course.![]()
Do you know any that want to be on my show? Especially midget one's! They are some fiesty little effer's!Airgasm said:Rednecks love some fiddle.
jazz lady said:I also heard NASCAR stands for "Non-Athletic Sport Centered Around Rednecks."![]()
I'll have you know, Missy, that there is quite a bit of athleticism involved in being a NASCAR fan. You think it's easy lugging a 40+ lb cooler stuffed with beer and ice, plus your food, snacks, smokes, head phones, seat cushion, scanner, and miscellaneous NASCAR merchandise around the track for 3 hours in the morning on sunburned shoulders, dodging other fellow "athletes", up the steps and to your seats 50-some rows up while balancing the dual-10-ounce beer can holding ball cap with straw to your mouth ... all while you're drunk at only 11 a.m.?
And if it's Bristol, you can't forget the huge-azz hill you have to tackle if you park south of the track ... again, while drunk and sunburned. 


Wow! That does sound like fun. And to think I've been missing all this.crabcake said:I'll have you know, Missy, that there is quite a bit of athleticism involved in being a NASCAR fan. You think it's easy lugging a 40+ lb cooler stuffed with beer and ice, plus your food, snacks, smokes, head phones, seat cushion, scanner, and miscellaneous NASCAR merchandise around the track for 3 hours in the morning on sunburned shoulders, dodging other fellow "athletes", up the steps and to your seats 50-some rows up while balancing the dual-10-ounce beer can holding ball cap with straw to your mouth ... all while you're drunk at only 11 a.m.?
And if it's Bristol, you can't forget the huge-azz hill you have to tackle if you park south of the track ... again, while drunk and sunburned.
Hell, I bet Larry took the elevator when he went to his "Loge seating" yesterday and all he had to tote around was a dang 10-lb KISS belt buckle!
Now you tell me who's the better "athlete".![]()
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Hellz yea! It's right up there with spending hundreds of dollars on ren-fest couture and playing medieval times.elaine said:Wow! That does sound like fun. And to think I've been missing all this.![]()

Driving a race car for several hundres miles at high speed in traffic and in summer heat and humidity requires a person in exellent physical condition.jazz lady said:I also heard NASCAR stands for "Non-Athletic Sport Centered Around Rednecks."![]()
I really wouldn't wanna be in a factory ford taurus when flying down the back stretch of Talladega at 180+ mph and crashing into a wall, but that's just me.aps45819 said:My issue with NASCAR is that the stock car racing assocation doesn't race stock cars anymore.

The point is like in the old days of NASCAR a factory Taurus with a factory enigne block would not reach 180 at Taladega. You started with a street car and did what you could do to it and ran it. Now the only thing "stock" on the highly engineered, aerodynamic vehicles is the trunk lid and the hood (and they are modified) they are built from the lug nuts (not stock either) up from scratch. Calling it a Taurus, Monte Carlo or a Intrepid is quite humorus.crabcake said:I really wouldn't wanna be in a factory ford taurus when flying down the back stretch of Talladega at 180+ mph and crashing into a wall, but that's just me.![]()
Yeah, these people look real "athletic."crabcake said:I'll have you know, Missy, that there is quite a bit of athleticism involved in being a NASCAR fan.
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But think of what a ford tarus might be like if the "stock" car rules were still in effect. This is what put the dodge daytona on the road.crabcake said:I really wouldn't wanna be in a factory ford taurus when flying down the back stretch of Talladega at 180+ mph and crashing into a wall, but that's just me.![]()
I'm sure there's a six-pack hidden in there somewhere!jazz lady said:Yeah, these people look real "athletic."![]()

Nothing like seeing a scantily clad woman beg.
bknarw said:Twas the night before Christmas, on S.O.M.D...
And the forums were just....as busy as could be...
With the spouses and kiddes...all snug in their beds...
The regulars were busy...posting pre-Christmas threads...
Sitting nervously by...in the glow of their screens...
Sat Deejay...and David...and curmudgeon Ken King...
They quickly looked over, every post that they saw...
For fear they would find...something nasty...or raw...
But the posters were all....in a good mood that night....
The topics were harmless...and unusually light....
When what to their wondering eyes should appear...
But a new member name...that chilled them with fear...
Oh Geez....now what's this? Thought Vrai...to herself...
The name's "Santa Booboo...The Jolly Old Elf"?
She quickly called Larry...."Hey Honey...hurry up!
There's a newbie on here, and he's kind of abrupt!!!"
This quiet lil' night...would go where she'd dread...
As she realized when she hit..."View most recent thread".
The brand new poster....had just started out...
With a post of all caps...the cyberspace shout...
It started by saying...."You SMIBS are all fake..."
And Catt quickly bounced back...with "Oh for Crap SAKE!!!"
Then Otter jumped in...."You lookin' for trouble???
Are you a real person....or a regular's double?"
Then Sharon wrote "Get off...you low dirty Dog!"
While Christy compared them...to a pot-bellied hog.
Sierra then quipped...."quit horsin' around!"
While Jetmonkey posted...muffled, choking...gag sounds...
Santabooboo then said...in spite of himself....
"I'm no one! he said...."Just a jolly old elf!!!"
"But if you still want to have....a Christmas so Merry...
You must introduce me...to Giggles and Cari"
Then he said that he wanted...to meet...EVERYONE...
And not at a party....he'd rather have fun!
But back on came Biscuit...and Kain with a leer...
"So what are you, goofball? A homo? A queer?"
Racing quickly to post...nearly wrecking their home...
Fuzzy ended up "Withered"...Water just typed out "Ommm..."
Then on popped Small Town...with an angry red face...
And posted then "YOU'RE what I hate about this place."
And even...despite...this season of caring....
One cretin kept asking..."Hey...What are you wearing?"
Penncam shook his head...in his monitor's light....
"This is worse than taking...a date to a fight!"
A big booming font...shot into the night...
Screaming something about using...a 2nd Amendment right..
Santabooboo shot back..."You all is big jerks!
Everybody who posts...everybody who lurks!"
"You're not wanted here!" ...said Joey...amid the clamor..
As Jazz countered with..."And you've really bad grammar!"
"And by the way..." posted...the lady I'm 4 Change..."
Just where do you come from...you're weird...and you're strange!"
"You pompous big ***...shouted Yakky and Tater...
You're just some ************...with a face full of craters!"
"That does it"....said DeeJay...as she turned with a whirl...
"When I'm finished with Santa...I'm banning that girl"
And then on came Barbra..."Hey Santabooboo!
Tell me who you are...I'll show you my tatoo!"
Of course...then came sisters...of naughty ill-repute...
Twas' Sexy...and Pixie...who said "He's so CUTE!"
More rapid than eagles...the posters they came...
As the forums filled up...with every screen name!
On Katie...on Rose Red...and on Lauren G...
Anonymous Penguin...and Demsformd.
The latter...of course...cried puddles on the floor..
After Krebs and he found out...Santa isn't...Al Gore.
And by now the boards, were really really bangin'...
With insults from Frank, and Kyle, and Justhangin'....
It seemed as though EVERYONE had joined in the cause...like Heretic...and Hessian...Jameo...and Oz.
On Cracka...and Heretic...on came the whole lot...
And he even apologized...for those he forgot. (Sorry!!!)
Then laying a finger alongside his nose...
He blew out a booger...and said "Oh YEAH....Rose!!!"
By the time Sleuth posted...he seemed kinda sickly...
"I don't care about the poster....I'm just looking for Pixie!"
And again Santabooboo...said "you're a bunch of big losers!
And your parties just prove...that you're also big boozers!"
But the last of his posts, were largely ignored...
The forumites had...a new ox...to be gored....
They rallied...and circled...and tore him right up.
And it seemed as if they...would just never stop...
But then came a break...in the Christmas Eve flurry...
And by now Santabooboo's eyes...had gotten quite blurry...
"I came on here..." he said..."Just to teach you a lesson...
The season just won't let me keep you all guessing...
Whenever you quibble and squabble...and fight...
You're so busy with each other...you don't see the light.
Whenever you start to dislike one another...just remember at Christmas...everyone is your brother.
And whenever your affection...for each other starts to fall.
It just takes an outsider. to reunite you all.
And now as I disappear...into cyber-light...
Merry Christmas to all...and to all...a Good Night!"
