LMAO

A conversation from the other night that I had with a guy I know:

Guy: And now my father? He just sits around and watches NASCAR all the time.

Me: Well, that kinda...sucks? I...guess?

Guy: Yeah. Completely. Just sits around all day on Sunday. Him and my brother. Drinkin' beer and watchin' NASCAR. Is that any way to spend your retirement?

Me: Um...no?

Guy: And now they're corrupting my nephew. My smart little nephew who's stuck living out in the sticks.

Me: How so?

Guy: Oh, he's watching that crap, too.

Me: Really?

Guy: Yeah. His favorite driver...was...shit, I dunno. Mark Martin or somebody. Marky Mark? Whatever.

Me: Okay...

Guy: And he was sponsered by...maybe Winston-Salem or Cutty Sark or some such shit. Cigarettes or booze or something. And that was fine with everybody.

Me: Right.

Guy: But then the driver switched sponsers. To Viagra. And now they won't let him root for the guy anymore.

Me: Uh-huh.

Guy: Because erectile disfunction is unspeakable, but we got no problems with 10-year-olds rooting for the Booze-mobile.

Me: Well, sure.