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So I was pumping gas the other day while simultaneously syphoning some into my lungs so I wouldn't have to live to see the total damage to my bank account, when I noticed the guy at the pump across the way kept looking at me. He was a big, doofy looking guy who could stand to get on a treadmill for a few minutes a day. He kept glancing at me like he wanted to ask me out or something, so when he finally walked up to me no one was more excited than I. "Um, hey, I'm from New Jersey and I have no idea how to pump my own gas." My first thought was to slit this guy's throat, take his wallet, and use the cash to pay the $36.60 for gas; and that was just because he was from Jersey. But I was in a good mood, so instead I simply said "Yeah, I guess that's the price you pay for getting it dirt cheap," and helped him out anyway. Even though the instructions were right on the pump, and I talked him through every step, he still hesitated. It was like he'd never seen electronic buttons before. Yeah, dude, welcome to civilization. Who knew it was so close to where you lived?
I'm so fucking glad it's November. October kicked my ass hard, and now I'm going to relax, if only for this week. I'm way ahead on my History project, we're watching Hamlet in Western Lit., and there won't be any tests in my other classes for a long time.
Thanksgiving break starts the 22nd and I wants me some turkey.
I'm so fucking glad it's November. October kicked my ass hard, and now I'm going to relax, if only for this week. I'm way ahead on my History project, we're watching Hamlet in Western Lit., and there won't be any tests in my other classes for a long time.
Thanksgiving break starts the 22nd and I wants me some turkey.