I can remember when I looked at my bucket of chicken and thought there was something missing. At the time, I did not know what this something was. Luckily, KFC knew. How blind could I be? NASCAR of course. KFC and NASCAR… NASCAR and KFC. My god! A match made in heaven! This is the greatest redneck union since mullet met monster truck. The Colonel was a blushing bride, and Dale Earnhardt Jr. was the dashing groom. May the marriage of these two American redneck favorites have a wonderful future. We all know how well greasy chicken and cars going around in circles at fast speeds go together.

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