So there I was. Pumping gas in the freezing cold, wind blowing like a bitch. And there goes my gas, all over my boots and blowing through the air everywhere. Because I'm from Oregon, and we don't pump our own gas. We have highschool dropouts that do that shit for us. I've only been doing this "gas pumping" for about 2 years. When I showed up to my doctor's appointment after Turd Fergussoning my way through the gas station, the doctor actually asked me if I was a mechanic because I smelled so ripely of gasoline.
And my cat sounds like a god damned mariachi band running through the apartment. It really has been a grand day. For real, I laughed at myself and my cat made me laugh again. Love it.
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