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Bar just over the county line, serves pickled quail eggs from a jar, and plays both kinds of music - country AND western.
They used to have a "curated" (won't say maintained... well, kinda... dunno) 5 acre mud bog pit behind the bar, and the 3rd Saturday of the month the bog races would be run. Take all that spray those guys in the OP's vid are putting out, and replace it with mud from big redneck truck tires and add some distance to the throw.... Most contenders used their daily driver or their huntin' trucks... very few non-road registered vehicles involved
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“IN MY EXPERIENCE, SUSAN, WITHIN THEIR HEADS TOO MANY HUMANS SPEND A LOT OF TIME IN THE MIDDLE OF WARS THAT HAPPENED CENTURIES AGO.”
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