You think the ones where you are suck. There is nothing like being engulfed in a sea of beer-stained wife-beaters and mullets. I would give anything to not smell the armpit of the grotesquely obese shirtless wonder in front of me when I go to the Monster Jam here. Funny thing is, you just can't get her to sit down! lol
Don't forget her hairy armpits!! I remember those days from when I lived back there
I don't envy you at all
