I was without an Asshole on this fine Monday and then I pulled into a gas station. Done.
Gas is killing me, you guys. I die a little inside every time I have to get gas. It is something I dread more than going to the dentist. More than showering. More than washing dishes. It hurts my heart. Gas can pretty much eat all the dicks.
Remember when gas was less than a dollar? Those were the days! Remember when you could put $5.00 of gas in your car and that actually got you quite a bit of gas? I filled up this morning (which is a good thing because I surely would have run out of gas on the hell that was 385) and it came to $43.27. Not cool, man. Not cool at all.
I can go a week usually without getting gas if I don’t go anywhere but work. Wow that sounds sad but you are all forgetting I have no life and I don’t have a problem with this.
What really sucks about gas is that there is nothing anyone can do about it. We can all bitch and complain and stage “no gas days” but really all we have to do is bend over and take it up the ass because, sadly, gas is a necessity. Dammit.
At what point do you start turning tricks for gas money? I think I am nearing that point.
5 comments:
I'll pay you to do my homework and housework. Shazam.
Done! I need a gas card with my name on it with a very high credit limit. Thank you.
Well, you see... I don't have good credit. But I'll just write you a blank check.
Cash only.
There was a point a few months back, when I was literally concerned that the cost of gas + childcare would not exceed my paycheck. Sad on all accounts.
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