I knew we needed gas last night, but I didn't know how close we were calling it.
And if you ever want to see instant panic set in, just tell Baby Sister you're out of gas.
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Blahdy blah…this is all my opinion, powered by good and bad days with the Navy, and the adverse effects on my vodka supply. While we love paychecks courtesy of Uncle Sam, he by-no-way cares whether it causes grey hair, cirrhosis, or panic attacks…blah blah…
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