A 23-year-old Tennessee woman—upset that her husband was "worshipping" a NASCAR race—drove her car into the church across the street from their home, called her husband from the wreckage, and stabbed him in the chest when he arrived. Prior thereto, she was smoking weed all day and all night while having conversations with both God and the devil.
Quotes to police-
"So God told me He wanted me in there, so I drove my car through the front doors. God told me to, so I did it."
"After I drove through the doors, I put all the things I brought to the church at the altar. I called Steven and told him I had wrecked. I laid down in front of the altar until he got there. The devil told me to take the kitchen knife with me. I prayed I would not have to use it on him, but I did."
"When Steven came to check on me, I told him the devil was in me and I stabbed him in the heart. Have you heard if he is dead or not?"
"I smoke a bunch of weed. I love to smoke it. Sometimes when I do, I start seeing things that others don't. Isn't God good? He told me that this would happen, and just look, I am okay."
"I was riding with them to a party at the racetrack when they brought me here. I was outside digging in the mud when the devil told me I need to go there. I knew God would help me live right."
Nah, I watched a little bit when they came back, but without my boy Kyle Larson running, I ain't got anyone to cheer for and without anyone to cheer for it is just watching dumbasses go in a circle. Without someone to cheer for, it's basically akin to watching a Vanderbilt versus Kentucky football game. I ain't got a dog in the fight (not even really cheering for anyone to lose because I just don't give a shit) and the product is objectively pretty shitty.
"Cuba used to have mansions and a relatively decent economy. They moved from the individual to the collective. Now they're driving '54 Chevys, maybe the last great car to come out of Detroit." - R. Santelli, February, 2009.