It’s been awhile since we’ve read Hunter S. Thompson’s depiction of the Kentucky Derby decadence but can’t seem to remember him penning anything about chicks mud wrestling.
Then again, maybe we missed that part in a drunken stupor.
Here is the thing we can’t seem to understand about Derby visitors: how the hell do you get clean after finishing your mud wrestling session?
“Hey, mom, Happy Mother’s Day, from your mud wrestling daughter!”
Was that a chick who just screamed “take off her top!”
And we thought southern women were so prim and proper.