But for some reason, this particular item represents everything about America that makes me want to move to Canada:
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Great meeting you and Batgirl the other night, Goddess.
Mmmmmmmmm, just the right thing to make that stew more appetizing -- prepared in a slow cooker featuring Tony Stewart's pits. Oh, the aroma.
When using the nascar crock pot does one substitute motor oil for vegetable oil?
Can you imagine the looks on all the womens faces when they get that lovely thing for mother's day? I would so kill Hubby, although he's not a Nascar guy.
We lived in North Carolina when Dale Earnhardt was killed. We were stunned/amused/confused by the frequent live updates from his garage and home over the next week. We knew it was time to move on when the wife of one of my husband's patients (who wore a gold "3" pin at all times) said, "You didn't get the Dale Earnhardt thing, did you?" Uh, no. We moved back to Yankeeland a few months later. (That's "Yankee" land, not "Yankees" land.)
Would anyone really put this in their kitchen? I'd like to meet the person who would - on second thought, nah. Maybe I wouldn't.
What confounds me is that there is someone out there who is so hard up for sponsorship that they will sell their image to be placed on a crock pot. That's desperation. Desperation or big, hairy, sweaty, king of rock-n-roll balls. I mean...I don't know if I could associate my name and face as being, "Ideal for a 6 lb. roast or (2) 3 lb. chickens."
What's more, there's something oddly cannibalistic about this. If I'm stewing me up some brisket and looking at Tony Stewart at the same time, through simple Eisensteinian association I'm bound to think about eating Tony Stewart. I just...I...I don't want to be doing that. I just don't.
Rob, I think you've hit on my main problem with this one, too.
It's a little Hannibal Lecter meets professional auto racing, and, ick. On SO many levels.
Unfortunately, after reading the most recent posts, Yo' Ho is visualizing the Dale Earnhardt Sr. slow cooker. I'm doing my best NOT to think it's funny.
That is not very nice, Ho.
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