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huffentuff95

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NIGHT before Spookfest

twas the night before spookfest
just us three at the bar
the titties were a bouncing
all pile in to my car
the race seat was placed in
no fingers were pinched
race line wheels were put on
torqued lugs were a cinch
the ribs they lay smokk'en
at the bottom of the pit
the dogs they kept barking
the wife couldn't give a sh!t
blower belt she was tightened
race fuel in the tank
if i didn't have this job
a line of good crank
we'all finally hit the sack
thinking of the next day
smokey burnouts fill the air
at the gate some will pay
to rip a good sixty
pull clean through the gears
a new personal best
will calm all your fears !
 
Just saw this Huff. Funny for sure. Can't wait to see you and everyone. Big thanks to Jim for picking me up in Philadelphia. See you tomorrow around 1pm.
 
Judging from Dennis's poem, I'm hoping you'll be Designated Driver tomorrow, Ed. lol....
 
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