And so are we… As there’s nothing like the mysteries of ze internets to drive a person nutty when it decides not to cooperate! Thus, hopefully we’ll be able to resume our normal programming here at No Fenders…
As Holy Sprint Cup, Batman! There’s ONLY 427hrs ‘O RASSCAR left to go… Although I do look forward to the beginning of each New Years “Speed Weeks” at Daytona, since it signifies that motor racing has once again gotten underway with the season opening Rolex 24. And the running of the Daytona 500 signifies the return of Wind Tunnel with Dave Despain…
But I’m NOT sure how much of Duh RASSCAR Shoppin’ Networks blather I can tolerate over the Daytona 5000!
Geez, all of this Roundy-round speak made mezs thirsty on Valentines Day, so I slipped out and ventured off to the local 7/11 to grab a Big Gulp, Err,
Gatorade, while waiting for the damn internets to start cooperating. (Gots-duh support ‘dem $ponsors, eh?) Hey, isn’t that the Princess posing for the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue?
Err, I’d better hightail it back in order to turn on the telie and catch the remainder of those Monster Ball Park Franks (“they plump when uze cooks dem’”) Slim Jim Twin 427’s.
I mean c’mon, y’all must have been watchin them Twin Monster Energy/Coca Cola/Mountain Dew/BUTTWEIPER Qualifiers with your sweetheart, eh? And only in America can a top news headline proclaim that Dominoes will deliver 1.2 million cheese pizzas during the STUPOR Bowl, while Poppa John’s expected to sell 750,000 of it’s shake ‘N bake ovals…
And can you believe it? Wasn’t ‘dat nice of SPEED to replay those dueling gator-aides last night during supper time… Oh crap, there’s the doorbell, must be the Dominoes delivery specialist. But Honey, I got us pizza for dinner…
