Sep 22 2008
everybody panic… where the fuck is the gas??
Deep breaths people, deep breaths. Find your inner chi, find your core, go to your tranquility cave, take a chill pill, mellow out, breath into a paper bag, have a beer, get laid, and for christ-sakes quit freaking out about fucking gas! Of course there is no gas when everybody runs out and tops off their tanks on their way to and from work, and then fills up random containers full of gas a la the Road Warrior. I live in North Georgia, I used to think that people were laid back around here. This situation shoots that theory full of shit encrusted holes. Quick, I hear that the hurricane and terrorists are causing a shortage of moon-pies and RC Cola, you better drag your redneck asses to the sterr to stock up on that shit. Fuck.
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It was, err, is like that here too. As soon as it came out in the media everybody rushed to the pumps, the price went up, then everyone cried about gouging.
Uh….that supply and demand thing isn’t just a theory people.
Unintended consequences–now there’s a shortage of light beer and cigarettes.
Around here, when there’s a panic, people buy out all of the tomato sauce and milk from the markets.
I found my chi at my inner core via my tranquility cave.
Now I’m gonna need some type of surgery to extricate this flashlight.
Thanks a lot.