Sep 23, 2007 23:49
Welcome to california, america. The land I love and but where I pretty much can't get any 'sleep'. I don't want to go over nor-cal or so-cal tonight, but I think I'd like to touch on city-cal, just a bit. I don't like getting off of the freeway at 12:01 and having a fucking gas station being closed. I never thought there would be a city that the policy actually existed, but La Jolla, I now see and acknowledge you.
Let me move on though. The other night I was in a chevron in the OC picking up a lighter or some such on my drive south. Two gorgeous women step out of their car and into the shop wearing lingerie. Way too little clothing, but still... wonderful looking. Which gets me to my topic.
We fill up on gas to make our cars get us from here to there, but when we get a shirt, we might want to think about a gas station. All gas stations have two rules. One: no smoking. Fuck that rule, make your own decisions. Two: No topping off... so when you're filling up in your tube tops or midriff shirts, your juicy shorts or short skirts: please follow that rule. I will make a promise that I won't wear tighty-whities ever. Please... consider the ramifications of what you're putting that lycra-spandex poly blend through when you stretch to get in it. If you can't pull off juicy... don't wear it. You'll look beautiful in a pair of slacks or even some jeans
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