I once had a young bartender and friend who accepted another patron's invitation to attend a NASCAR race.
It was something like this.
I asked my friend if he had fun and he said.........wait for it......"I don't remember."
Precisely.
This sort of reminds me of how the Romans gave the citizens gladiators when they became disgruntled.
Sure, why not?
There are no "good sports" in soccer..
But they will help each other out if the mood is right...
Notice who wins before the bull is stuck with spears and shit until it can barely stand...
I wonder what these guys are thinking about for all those days. You think they just stop every once in a while and jack off on the snow because they just fucking can?
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