As long as you've got peanuts and Marlboros, it's a party.

Last month, we took of my sons to a motocross event in Daytona Beach at the Speedway. It wasn't just any motocross, but the mother of them all - Supercross.

As I was sitting on the ground (no chair, of course, them are for the rich folks), I realized the view from the pavement pretty much summed it all up.

For starters, anytime you go to the Speedway, you know it's time to bring out your best purple fuzzy slippers. Keep the ratty Hello Kitty ones at home - after all, it's Saturday night!
And then you got yur bag o' peanuts there and yur Marlboros. Why isn't there any beer you ask? Duh, what do you think they make beer helmets for?

I'm just thinking there might have been a better landmark

My 9 year-old received a birthday party invitation in the mail today. While I appreciate the fact that the map shows the roller rink in relation to the closest Hooters, is there not a library or ballet school that could be used as an alternate point of reference?

RV or Art? The scene from I-4 (somewhere between Orlando and Tampa)

Whatever happened to proper food handling techniques?

This, from Nude Night. How unsanitary - the chef isn't wearing gloves. Ick!

photo: Lindsay Hansen

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