Gasoline keeps me muscular and lean. I heat it up and drink it. It’s good for the brain — it helps one think.
I pull into the filling station and suck it straight from the nozzle. One time, I caught fire, because I spilled the gas on my clothes and then lit my cigarette.
Hey, everyone who is here tonight, I want to ask you: Are we on the same page? You all enjoy drinking gasoline, right? Down the hatch, into the ol’ sarcophagus (that’s what I call my esophagus). If you drive slowly, I might pass you on the right-hand side in my Buick Regal.
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