Rockindeano wrote:Fuck you dad then.. That's complete horse shit. Go to Bristol anyway, and pour some of C+H's finest into his fuel tank and then go laugh your ass off as the 48 beats his favourite driver, and then go laugh again as that cheap fucker can't get out of the parking lot! SPUTTER, SPUTTER, BANG! SPT SPUT, BANG..DEAD.
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I am NOT going to do that!
First of all, Bristol is a good 600 miles away, and as much as I'd like to go, it's a Sunday night race. Second... Daddy likes Jimmie. So now whut? Heheh. Bet you didn't know that? Of course, my Dad also doesn't understand why I hate the Busch brothers so that's not saying much for his taste in drivers.
