Tag Archives: gas

Let’s play.

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Dust the cobwebs off your brain and tell me….

How low can you go?

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Filling up the tank hurts these days. But it wasn’t always that way. I fondly recall pulling into a gas station and not paying a bit of attention to the price.

And while I remember the oil embargo of the 1970’s, I was a child and couldn’t tell you what my parents paid when the stations were open on alternating Monday and Thursday afternoons.

Newly married in the early eighties? Gas up the road from our house in North Carolina was .79 cents a gallon.

I filled my car for $11.06.

Doesn’t that sound wonderful?

Now you.

What’s the cheapest price you remember paying?

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Gulp… Part 6.

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In which we discuss gas.

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Admit it, you’ve known people who could power your stove, no problem.

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Correct me if I’m wrong, but the rectum is not a place from which one wishes to launch a torpedo.

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Vancouver, Washington? Take a bow. You were once the prune capitol of the world! And though I found that photo of the Prunarians, it was rather boring…. So I’m including this one instead.

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If ever a face screamed Queen of Prunes? It was Miss Pierce’s.

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It’s good to know NASA doesn’t just spend billions on rockets and shuttles. A fart proof space suit? That’s surely worth its weight in gold.

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