Nascar > millitary pay day

[Muddin]

Two days ago, I groaned upon seeing the "Welcome Nascar fans" signs at every intersection. Every day, campers have trickled in and my little town has been getting busier and busier.
Today, the Walmart parking lot is jam packed with every size vehicle ranging from motorcycles to houses on wheels. The few gas stations have mullet sporting fans wearing their Nascar jackets (so you confuse them with the pit crew I guess?) crawling all over them. Not only are they filling up their gigantic campers or their Ford Superduties, they've each got 5 gas cans they need to fill up.
It takes at least three people per gas can, plus two or more kids jumping up and down in the backseat, to pull it off successfully. Two stand around and watch while one bends over to fill it up and gives the world a glorious crack show. While waiting for a gas pump, I was watching this and wondered, jokingly, if this same thing was happening at every gas pump. Holy shit it was! I kid you not! If they had gas cans, at least three were circled around and one was bent over with underwear and/or a crack showing. There must be a colony some where that they learn this from.

The grocery store was crawling with them. I was convinced that someone was handing out mullet wigs at the doors or something. Everywhere I looked was a group of mullets, usually clustered around the Miller Lite. Or, you could have the Mullet dad with Mullet mom with usually two to three Mullet kids. The Mullet kids are skilled climbers and do not require adult supervision. Stock on shelves are no match for their climbing abilities. They climb the vegetables. They climb the beer. They even climb on the cart catcher thing in the parking lot. I actually had to shoe them off the thing like cockroaches to park my cart. I glanced around to see where the parents were. I compared the color of their mullet to the color of a distant Mullet dad and mom and found it to match. So I figure that's who they belonged to.

The lines in the store were moving fast since practically everyone there was shopping for the weekend. It moved fast until the lady that was in front of me got to the cashier. She had a package of some sort of meat in her hand, refusing to put it on the belt. She personally handed it to the cashier and balked at the price.
"Thems is reduced," she told the cashier. I'm surprised she didn't whistle through the gaps in her teeth.
The cashier gives her the typical "I just work here leave me alone" look.
"Yeah, thems is reduce by hayf [half]. You ourtta [ought to-I'm thinking she's from Oklahoma] git the mainager [manager] to git a look see at dat, cuz thems is hayf off."
The speakers screetch as the cashier moves the microphone and asks for someone named "Red line" to pick up. They have a short conversation over the super secret cashier phone.
Meanwhile, the snaggle toothed woman wearing a half moomoo with stockings underneath starts talking to nobody. "I cain't believe I has ta wait on dis. I gots ta go."
The cashier punches in some buttons and earns a glare from ol' snaggletooth as she takes her money out. Snaggletooth drops her change between a slot in the counter. "Gaw daimnet," she said as she peered into it. She tried to reach it with her fingers, but was unsuccessful. The cashier just took whatever dollars she had and didn't worry about the change.

[brector]

You need to get laid

[Chister]

Originally Posted by brector

You need to get laid

<20 Down>

I volunteer!


</20 Down>

[UZI 9mm]

Originally Posted by Muddin

Two days ago, I groaned upon seeing the "Welcome Nascar fans" signs at every intersection. Every day, campers have trickled in and my little town has been getting busier and busier.
Today, the Walmart parking lot is jam packed with every size vehicle ranging from motorcycles to houses on wheels. The few gas stations have mullet sporting fans wearing their Nascar jackets (so you confuse them with the pit crew I guess?) crawling all over them. Not only are they filling up their gigantic campers or their Ford Superduties, they've each got 5 gas cans they need to fill up.
It takes at least three people per gas can, plus two or more kids jumping up and down in the backseat, to pull it off successfully. Two stand around and watch while one bends over to fill it up and gives the world a glorious crack show. While waiting for a gas pump, I was watching this and wondered, jokingly, if this same thing was happening at every gas pump. Holy shit it was! I kid you not! If they had gas cans, at least three were circled around and one was bent over with underwear and/or a crack showing. There must be a colony some where that they learn this from.

The grocery store was crawling with them. I was convinced that someone was handing out mullet wigs at the doors or something. Everywhere I looked was a group of mullets, usually clustered around the Miller Lite. Or, you could have the Mullet dad with Mullet mom with usually two to three Mullet kids. The Mullet kids are skilled climbers and do not require adult supervision. Stock on shelves are no match for their climbing abilities. They climb the vegetables. They climb the beer. They even climb on the cart catcher thing in the parking lot. I actually had to shoe them off the thing like cockroaches to park my cart. I glanced around to see where the parents were. I compared the color of their mullet to the color of a distant Mullet dad and mom and found it to match. So I figure that's who they belonged to.

The lines in the store were moving fast since practically everyone there was shopping for the weekend. It moved fast until the lady that was in front of me got to the cashier. She had a package of some sort of meat in her hand, refusing to put it on the belt. She personally handed it to the cashier and balked at the price.
"Thems is reduced," she told the cashier. I'm surprised she didn't whistle through the gaps in her teeth.
The cashier gives her the typical "I just work here leave me alone" look.
"Yeah, thems is reduce by hayf [half]. You ourtta [ought to-I'm thinking she's from Oklahoma] git the mainager [manager] to git a look see at dat, cuz thems is hayf off."
The speakers screetch as the cashier moves the microphone and asks for someone named "Red line" to pick up. They have a short conversation over the super secret cashier phone.
Meanwhile, the snaggle toothed woman wearing a half moomoo with stockings underneath starts talking to nobody. "I cain't believe I has ta wait on dis. I gots ta go."
The cashier punches in some buttons and earns a glare from ol' snaggletooth as she takes her money out. Snaggletooth drops her change between a slot in the counter. "Gaw daimnet," she said as she peered into it. She tried to reach it with her fingers, but was unsuccessful. The cashier just took whatever dollars she had and didn't worry about the change.

I couldn't do it. I would run screaming from such places like camo in a shampoo aisle.

[4thJeep]

I saw a Nascar Race Fan Handbook once. Section 1 Page 5 goes into detail on how they are to dress, vehicle they are to drive and how to raise their children. I think page 6 talked about their beer.

[Phonedoc]

So do you live in Justin or Flower Mound?

[Muddin]

Neither

[bigblackblur]

A friend of mine told me they were trying to get a Nascar race here in denver. Needless to say I went on a rant about how if I never saw a Nascar race or its associated 'fans' that I could die a happy man.

[Phonedoc]

Must be Sanger then.


You can see some "interesting" sights at any of the tracks. I actually thought that TMS was more of a mainstream crowd. Try Dega or Bristol one of these days.

[gp_frk]

Originally Posted by Chister

<20 Down>

I volunteer!


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Son it's been so long you wouldn't know wtf to do if she said ok

[Blame Canada]

I need to get out more.

Nothing of amusement ever happens to me anymore.

Hell, I don't even treat myself as an amusement part anymore.




Well, let's try to change all that. I'm coming down to Washington State this weekend, to Mt. Vernon. I'll have digi cam in hand, and I'll try to capture anything & everything I see !!

[f250crawler]

Originally Posted by Blame Canada

I need to get out more.

Nothing of amusement ever happens to me anymore.

Hell, I don't even treat myself as an amusement part anymore.




Well, let's try to change all that. I'm coming down to Washington State this weekend, to Mt. Vernon. I'll have digi cam in hand, and I'll try to capture anything & everything I see !!

Your gonna take pictures of your twig and berries why?????

[Myanarchy]

Originally Posted by Muddin

Two days ago, I groaned upon seeing the "Welcome Nascar fans" signs at every intersection. Every day, campers have trickled in and my little town has been getting busier and busier.
Today, the Walmart parking lot is jam packed with every size vehicle ranging from motorcycles to houses on wheels. The few gas stations have mullet sporting fans wearing their Nascar jackets (so you confuse them with the pit crew I guess?) crawling all over them. Not only are they filling up their gigantic campers or their Ford Superduties, they've each got 5 gas cans they need to fill up.
It takes at least three people per gas can, plus two or more kids jumping up and down in the backseat, to pull it off successfully. Two stand around and watch while one bends over to fill it up and gives the world a glorious crack show. While waiting for a gas pump, I was watching this and wondered, jokingly, if this same thing was happening at every gas pump. Holy shit it was! I kid you not! If they had gas cans, at least three were circled around and one was bent over with underwear and/or a crack showing. There must be a colony some where that they learn this from.

The grocery store was crawling with them. I was convinced that someone was handing out mullet wigs at the doors or something. Everywhere I looked was a group of mullets, usually clustered around the Miller Lite. Or, you could have the Mullet dad with Mullet mom with usually two to three Mullet kids. The Mullet kids are skilled climbers and do not require adult supervision. Stock on shelves are no match for their climbing abilities. They climb the vegetables. They climb the beer. They even climb on the cart catcher thing in the parking lot. I actually had to shoe them off the thing like cockroaches to park my cart. I glanced around to see where the parents were. I compared the color of their mullet to the color of a distant Mullet dad and mom and found it to match. So I figure that's who they belonged to.

The lines in the store were moving fast since practically everyone there was shopping for the weekend. It moved fast until the lady that was in front of me got to the cashier. She had a package of some sort of meat in her hand, refusing to put it on the belt. She personally handed it to the cashier and balked at the price.
"Thems is reduced," she told the cashier. I'm surprised she didn't whistle through the gaps in her teeth.
The cashier gives her the typical "I just work here leave me alone" look.
"Yeah, thems is reduce by hayf [half]. You ourtta [ought to-I'm thinking she's from Oklahoma] git the mainager [manager] to git a look see at dat, cuz thems is hayf off."
The speakers screetch as the cashier moves the microphone and asks for someone named "Red line" to pick up. They have a short conversation over the super secret cashier phone.
Meanwhile, the snaggle toothed woman wearing a half moomoo with stockings underneath starts talking to nobody. "I cain't believe I has ta wait on dis. I gots ta go."
The cashier punches in some buttons and earns a glare from ol' snaggletooth as she takes her money out. Snaggletooth drops her change between a slot in the counter. "Gaw daimnet," she said as she peered into it. She tried to reach it with her fingers, but was unsuccessful. The cashier just took whatever dollars she had and didn't worry about the change.

Meh.

I drove out to DRM's house about 3 weeks ago to pick up some parts for the old Toyota. Everyone looked and acted like that, and Spring Hill doesn't have a track

[Bubba Ray Boudreaux]

Originally Posted by Myanarchy

Meh.

I drove out to DRM's house about 3 weeks ago to pick up some parts for the old Toyota. Everyone looked and acted like that, and Spring Hill doesn't have a track

Yeah, no chit. We have a few communities around here that are just like that and we're like 8 hours from the closest track.............

[4runner]

I hate driving 114 just because of that track....ruined a perectly good shortcut to dallas...

[Muddin]

Okay, Nick went to the store on Saturday. He came back with a lost look on his face. He told me he had never in his life thought "WTF?" so many times in a few hours. He said everywhere he looked made him think, "WTF?"

He said there was one goofy scrawny looking guy wearing one of those rain slickers just running across the parking lot with his hands held out to the side. He wasn't carrying anything. Just running. And nobody knows where to.
Even some of the rednecks laughed at him.

[Paul Gagnon]

We have Nascar up here now (Nascar bought out Cascar) but I don't think anyone noticed.

[Nordic1]

This lady is exactly why I go to walmart these days... I don't so much go to buy goods as I believe there are retailers that are more deserving of my money but I do visit so I can get the full freak show experience. Nothing like walking in and instantly feeling thin, smart and having a bright future... Oh did I say I have all of my teeth?

Originally Posted by Muddin

Two days ago, I groaned upon seeing the "Welcome Nascar fans" signs at every intersection. Every day, campers have trickled in and my little town has been getting busier and busier.
Today, the Walmart parking lot is jam packed with every size vehicle ranging from motorcycles to houses on wheels. The few gas stations have mullet sporting fans wearing their Nascar jackets (so you confuse them with the pit crew I guess?) crawling all over them. Not only are they filling up their gigantic campers or their Ford Superduties, they've each got 5 gas cans they need to fill up.
It takes at least three people per gas can, plus two or more kids jumping up and down in the backseat, to pull it off successfully. Two stand around and watch while one bends over to fill it up and gives the world a glorious crack show. While waiting for a gas pump, I was watching this and wondered, jokingly, if this same thing was happening at every gas pump. Holy shit it was! I kid you not! If they had gas cans, at least three were circled around and one was bent over with underwear and/or a crack showing. There must be a colony some where that they learn this from.

The grocery store was crawling with them. I was convinced that someone was handing out mullet wigs at the doors or something. Everywhere I looked was a group of mullets, usually clustered around the Miller Lite. Or, you could have the Mullet dad with Mullet mom with usually two to three Mullet kids. The Mullet kids are skilled climbers and do not require adult supervision. Stock on shelves are no match for their climbing abilities. They climb the vegetables. They climb the beer. They even climb on the cart catcher thing in the parking lot. I actually had to shoe them off the thing like cockroaches to park my cart. I glanced around to see where the parents were. I compared the color of their mullet to the color of a distant Mullet dad and mom and found it to match. So I figure that's who they belonged to.

The lines in the store were moving fast since practically everyone there was shopping for the weekend. It moved fast until the lady that was in front of me got to the cashier. She had a package of some sort of meat in her hand, refusing to put it on the belt. She personally handed it to the cashier and balked at the price.
"Thems is reduced," she told the cashier. I'm surprised she didn't whistle through the gaps in her teeth.
The cashier gives her the typical "I just work here leave me alone" look.
"Yeah, thems is reduce by hayf [half]. You ourtta [ought to-I'm thinking she's from Oklahoma] git the mainager [manager] to git a look see at dat, cuz thems is hayf off."
The speakers screetch as the cashier moves the microphone and asks for someone named "Red line" to pick up. They have a short conversation over the super secret cashier phone.
Meanwhile, the snaggle toothed woman wearing a half moomoo with stockings underneath starts talking to nobody. "I cain't believe I has ta wait on dis. I gots ta go."
The cashier punches in some buttons and earns a glare from ol' snaggletooth as she takes her money out. Snaggletooth drops her change between a slot in the counter. "Gaw daimnet," she said as she peered into it. She tried to reach it with her fingers, but was unsuccessful. The cashier just took whatever dollars she had and didn't worry about the change.