Southern Verisimilitude

My poor child... Mamp's newest tour has thrown her right smack dab in redneck central, she just called from the Daytona 500 qualifying rounds. She wanted to tell me that she'd be having a fried bologna sam'ich for lunch, was keeping her eyes peeled for her uncle and staying entertained by reading the passing t-shirts, her favorite so far, "You have to believe in something, I believe I'm going hunting". She had to get off the phone fast cause she spotted Hamburger Helper Man and couldn't let that once in a lifetime photo op slide. Sadly I can't find the picture of her decked out in a pit crew jumpsuit. Back in the SOBE days, her club hosted Dale Jr's b'day party and of course every event deserves a costume. Sigh and to think, if she had accepted his request for a date, she might'a been at Daytona today, sitting pretty in a private trailor, surrounded by the royal redneck court of the Nascar Nation, having her fried bologna delivered on a silver tray. LMAO. I love my little chameleon.