So I pull into the gas station and it is so frigging crowded that I have to wait behind someone who's at the pump filling up. I'm sitting there...and this car pulls up behind another car at the pump beside the one I'm at. In that car is a woman who just blatantly STARES at me. I mean WTF? I was expecting her to wink any moment now.
She was ugly like those butch lesbos too...it looked like she had ran straight into a brink wall. Seriously...wall, meet woman...woman, wall. Bleh. This woman looked like a female Michael Jackson after more plastic surgery...okay, I'm obsessing a little bit but she nauseated me...kinda like the same feeling when you eat at the Olive Garden or the Red Lobster. They have great food but come on...the feeling you get after eating there is exactly like a new sailor on a ship who's trying not to drop the soap but he hasn't gotten his sea legs yet.
Back to the story, the woman kept on staring at me and when I finally pulled up to the pump she STILL kept staring at me. I ignored her...mostly because I'm not gay and I don't think that the gas station is the 'happenin' place to meet your future husband/wife. That marriage definitely wouldn't last. What are you going to tell your children?
"Oh this gas station brings up memories...this is where I met your mom. I walked inside to pay for the gas and she walked out of the public restroom...mini skirt, high heels, tube top, red lipstick...she was a knocker..."
Those kids would need some psychiatric help when they grow up and finally figure out that their mom was a HOOKER.
Oh well...that's all I have to say. Go away.