Must keep going...

So, my car needs gas, right? Wrong! With the current price of gas, I'll need to sell myself as a sex slave in order to pay for my next fill-up. So, I refuse to get gas. I intend to drive my car until it's gasping on fumes, and then I'll fill-up. I want to be like Kramer in that Seinfeld episode where he and Newman drive on 'E' for as long as they can. I told Husband my plan, and he didn't like it. He urged, encouraged and then finally ordered me to put fuel in my car. I told him maybe. I told him I'll need to start selling plasma in order to buy gas because it's so freaking expensive. What the hell!! Damn those ExxonMobil, Shell and Chevron bastards! Why don't they fucking lower the price of gas?! Soon, I'm going to have to take Rice Spice's advice and buy a big ass dog with a saddle and ride the bitch to work! I feel so bad for you suckers out there that have big ol' bubba trucks. I bet now that pansy ass hybrid is lookin' mighty fine to you!! And, for the elderly folks out there living on a fixed income, like YaYa and PoPo, I feel really bad for you, too! You have to choose between your meds or fuel for your 1992 Oldsmobile Cutlass. If I were you, I would stop taking your meds and then all go down to the ExxonMobil, Shell and Chevron headquarters. Then, find the bastards in charge, and then shit on them. Why?! Because, they are shitting on us!

***Remember, this is for entertainment purposes only. Please do not go and shit on anyone.

Grrrrr!

Okay, I would like to retract that comment I made about ExxonMobil. Considering PoPo worked for them for like 30 years, and they kinda sorda did put me through college, I'll retract my statement about them. (Per Husband's request.)

PoPo, please do not remove me from the will. I will need my inheritance to pay for fuel. Thanks!

Just another day in Weenie's World!