You know it, sister-friend. That's some serious Rick Baker genius effects there. Excuse me for a second... *gags, wretches in disgust, burning tears etc*:
Oh are you the guy I just made out with in public before deciding to go our separate ways? If so you were giving a lot of mixed singles, friend.
I'm taking my son to a mud bog today. There is no alcohol allowed, which I think is strange for this type of event taking place in the south.
It's a fundraiser for a volunteer fire department, not your normal pack of rednecks that dug a mud pit on the back 40, which is closer to what I'm used to. I don't know that alcohol was ever allowed.
BORING. What is a 'mud bog; anyway? It sounds like a mix of demolition derby, atv's, and swamp. Im still in awe of the hill climb I went to this past fall. It was awesome redneck all the way. Tons of nitromethane, six foot swing arms, and beer in gallon milk jugs.
Drag racing in trucks in pits dug, plowed and filled with water. And in true redneck fashion, the no alcohol rule translates to "put that Bud in a coozie." Some did, some didn't, nobody cared either way. My son loved it, they sprayed all the kids with the fire truck, that was his favorite part.
And just in case you weren't aware.... she married this dude. Spoiler So, really, any of us have a chance, I suppose. As long as you're rich.
I once skipped out on going to a party where apparently she was in attendance. My friend sent me a pic of her and Emmy Rossum together just to rub it in.