I was sitting at a restaurant today with some cow-orkers of mine. We were speaking about eating establishments that have gone down hill in our lifetime. Right at the top of the list of the guy sitting next to me was Pizza Hut. He said, "Man I used to love Pizza Hut, but now whenever I eat there I spend a week with Butt Piss". I seriously think that I went blind for a few seconds. What an amazingly disturbing and apropos description of a horrible affliction.
Speaking of Butt Piss.... I'm going to my first Nascar race this weekend. Actually I think its a Bush race. I have to admit that I'm not sure of the difference. It should be an interesting day, in that I've never been to one of these races, and people driving too fast in a circle has to be fun. Right. Right? Right!