Running Uniforms

I think I was on this remote desert planet you mentioned in another question. Or in New Jersey. Can you believe they still do not allow you take your own gas there? No self-service Joisy. Tell me who is not bound crowd.

In any case, your question made the song "You can trust your car to the man who wears the star - the great, white, Texaco star! Go to my head, and he is always there.

I would like to push the pump up their butt holes and squirt gas in the

I would hunt

I want to get my shotgun and show them who's boss.

Throw in the opposite direction and get the hell out of there, smiling or not, white uniforms are frightening.

Oh, no! Not yet! I know they have a straitjacket behind your back! Dang, things are a bear to get out of!

id speed out of there
and does not stop

I think I was in the 1950s or 1960s.

I crush them, and give their uniform color a little more.

I screamed, and file a complaint against them for sexual harassment

First cry
cry out more ...

Call the Ghostbusters or say that it's not Halloween yet

I think I had traveled back in time in the 50s. Not bad.

.... I would take the nearest solid object (like a broom or something) and go Xena Warrior Princess on their small business * A.

* Whispers * I could not go on their art Angelina Jolie * A if there was a firearm near ..... should not tempt me.

xoxo
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Then, the windshield is washed and tire pressure checked, as well as steering, brakes, oil and transmission fluid levels.

I have to pay 28 cents a gallon for gas (if there was no price war between the stations other corner) and get a set of steak knives or a glass of sports drink team.

But what I do away with what I call Ethel Water, a fragrance from a hose.

sounds like the good old days when they were struggling to sell gas. Michael A.

Smile Back *******, while obtaining the H * ll out of there !!!*************


edit: Who told them I escaped???

I think WOW .... They will check your oil and rotate my tires!

I think I had a flashback to the 70s when guys are really out to give you a service. Good times, good times.

seen ... these are the days, my friend! Full service ... with a smile!

I know I'll be back in time. Or they finally caught me. LOL (If they were small white coats).

I would like to put the pedal to the medal and get outa Dodge because I do not want the little men in white coats for me! , (

Whoa! Are they seeking a straitjacket?

I want to put my two feet on my horn and hold for a long blast to draw attention to my vehicle. Then they would be tackled and arrested.

I start taking my clothes.

Please take me. I would say I guess. have not yet had coffee.

Perhaps a slow and wearing a suit with oil stains, I remember that, but white uniform and running. hm, is that drive-in movie again, right?

I know that I time traveled since the 1950s when they actually pumped gas for you, check tire pressure, oil and coolant.