Every year I tell everyone around me how much I hate Stampede, and how I want to get out of the city.
And every year I end up going to the rodeo, drink about 400 jack and cokes, eat my face off, go on rides, and then sneak into Nashville North.
At 36 you would think I might stop doing that, but it's just too much damn fun!
Anyone have the Stampede spreadsheet yet?
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