Friday, October 2, 2009

What's going on?

The strangest thing is happening in Kansas City...

I have suddenly noticed a sharp increase in sleeveless white t-shirts, bad tattoo's (note here: there are good ones), NRA bumper stickers on pick'em up trucks, mullets, missing teeth, skoal rings, stained old John Deere hats, crushed empty Budweiser cans, circa-1980 sunglasses (Magnum P.I. style), cigarette butts, steel-tipped boots, and chains hanging from wallets...



Oh...it's NASCAR weekend in Kansas City!!!!!

11 comments:

Zach said...

Shoot, man! I thought my kinfolk had come for a visit--I was gettin' all excited!

Reepicheep said...

Zach, you need to grow out your hair into a "Skullet"...do it man!

Woody said...

After them NASCAR dealen’s I think these here ole boys are getten’ ready to take on the “turtle man.” Just haven a few brewski’s to getin’ ready. Them indeed are some fine tat’s. Turtle man rules!

NUNTIUS-REX (DAN GUINN) said...

Nice punch line T!

Although I once had a mullet in like 8th grade, I never fit in with this crowd. Although my cousin & uncle still greets me with, "wat ya drivin'"

Funny thing is the Guinn's in the backwoods of Oklahoma, whom I really love, were a bit this way but clean livin' Christian hillbilly folk you know? Not quite in that sort of class of redneck. So here's an amusing story...

The first time I met my great uncle Frank we drove up and could see the chickens in the yard, the out house (yes out house!) and broken down vehicles here and there. There he was, he and the family and barefoot grand kids sitting on the porch. As soon as we got out of the car he walked right up to my dad (whom he calls "sonny") and says, "Hello Sonny! I've got this tooth that's been ailing me, would ya pull it for me?"

True Story! He got my dad a pair of pliers and he pulled it right there! Tougher than nails!
Dan

Rick Calohan said...

My dad was a huge racing fan and I had the privilege of attending the first NASCAR race at the Kansas Speedway back on September 30, 2001. My dad’s boss was planning to take my dad the following year. However, my dad was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer only 19 days earlier on September 11, 2001. Of the 400 laps we managed to see all but the final 33 laps. There was an oncology nurse working as event staff that day and she notice my dad was dehydrating and as a precaution had us go to the first aide station. My dad at this stage of his cancer had difficulty in swallowing and the first aide station staff recommended that he be transferred to Providence Hospital. After he was stabilized he was later released. My dad died twelve days later on October 12, 2001 at the age of 59. Jeff Gordon won the race but nothing can express the joy of seeing dad watching his favorite driver Bill Elliot lead 33 laps that day.

My dad did not own sleeveless white t-shirts, he did not have any tattoos, was not a member of the NRA or owned a gun, did not drive a pick'em up trucks, did not have a mullets, he was missing teeth, did not chew tobacco so there were no skoal rings, was not wearing a stained old John Deere hats but did have a Bill Elliot hat, we Calohans make it a point to drink our Budweiser from a bottle or glass on tap and seldom if never in a can, he wore prescription glasses and they were not circa-1980 sunglasses (Magnum P.I. style), cigarette butts guilty here, steel-tipped boots owned a pair but was wearing Nikes that day, and chains hanging from wallets was not my dad’s scene. ; )

Zach said...

"Skullet" . . . I love it. Just think how much fun it would be to go trick or treating as Lord Elrond!

Brother Titus said...

Yeah, but, Tony, if you were the least bit worried about that crowd, you shouldn't have invited those guys to party on your driveway. Though, to make the best of a dicey situation, invite them to church Sunday.

Qayaq said...

I was going to say, "Well you do live in Olathe." I can say that because I live in the "Dotte."

Reepicheep said...

Hey all, I mean no disrespect at all...in fact, I'm kind of a wanna be redneck myself.

Michael Lockridge said...

Aren't Rednecks inbred, not made?

Bad tattoos. I know about those, working in a jail. Sometimes I would like to get a tattoo gun and find a good artist among the lot to clean up those bad tattoos.

Lest you believe that California is all granola (nuts, fruits and flakes) we do have some Rednecks spicing up the lot. Yep, a bowl of granola with a bit of Skoal sprinkled on top. Mmmmm!

Enjoy all of those left turns!

Mike

Brother Titus said...

By the way, what's a "skullet"? I can kind of figure, but fill me in.