Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Thursday Challenge: Energy
This SHOULD read "You will get a call at 9pm from the local police after we call in your license plate number you pasty white middle aged ISLAMIC TERRORIST and if your Mom answers the phone you will be GROUNDED, YOUNG MAN!" because that is what happened. Well, except for being grounded. I answered the phone.
I have no beef with the oil companies. How can I? They have the oil I NEED. I LOVE them. Maybe in that same way that a battered woman loves her abusive man, but it's a form of love just the same. ExxonMobil, I want to worship at your oil soaked altar, I want to bathe in your Sweet Texas Light, I want to slather my pasty white middle aged body (see above) with your 87 Octane!
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