Things were quiet at the museum Friday and I found myself making up a
joke - a NASCAR joke.
If you have any taste, you should go to another site - now.
Jumior Johnson arrives at the pearly gates.
St Peter says, "Ah, Mister Johnson, Welcome. If I recall correctly,
some NASCAR officials who arrived in the past said some things of
interest about you. I'll have to check the computer to see what was
said and what conclusions the boss made, before I get the keys and
unlock the gates, if I do."
Junior responded, "Here's a print-out of my record straight from your
computer and I have a set of keys to the gate my pocket, so let's get
on with it."
zoombot - 26 Apr 2008 23:35 GMT
Junior was one smart cut-up, for sure.
Karl Haas - 27 Apr 2008 07:38 GMT
> Junior was one smart cut-up, for sure.
My favorite was the story of him ordering his driver (or someone else
on the team) to drive the cr back to the garage, even though the
fuelcell was still on the inspection bench,
He got back there with no problem.
zoombot - 27 Apr 2008 17:17 GMT
> My favorite was the story of him ordering his driver (or someone else
> on the team) to drive the cr back to the garage, even though the
> fuelcell was still on the inspection bench,
> He got back there with no problem.
Umm, that was Smokey Yunick.
(although Junior would love to lay claim to it)
Karl Haas - 27 Apr 2008 21:34 GMT
> > My favorite was the story of him ordering his driver (or someone else
> > on the team) to drive the cr back to the garage, even though the
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> Umm, that was Smokey Yunick.
> (although Junior would love to lay claim to it)
Sounds like the owner of "The best damn garage...." - or did I get
this one wrong, too?
zoombot - 28 Apr 2008 17:39 GMT
Now you're "on track", Karl.