Ah, nothing like a day at the races! The POWER TOOL races! I've always wanted to be to rich bitch lording over my race team. I have finally lived that fantasy, only instead of a shiny new Nascar machine - I have a skill saw. And instead of champagne, we had vodka snow cones, and instead of a shady tent to lounge in, I fried in the sun in the middle of a junk yard, and instead of racing other teams who acted bananas, we raced another power tool actually decorated in bananas... and we hung out with Bondage Bunny instead of... well, I'm not sure there is an equivalent for that..

Oh, and instead of winning, we lost.

But other then that, I'm sure it was the exact same thing that Paris Hilton would go through if she desided to sponser a race team.