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January 29, 2015

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Laura

"Ass, grass or gas, everybody pays." (Don't know who said it.)

yellojkt

Just recently a coworker got stopped in the parking lot late at night and had someone pitch him a very complicated story about having no gas and the repair shop holding his tools for bond. Basically he got mugged for twenty bucks very politely.

Tricia

I laughed so hard and took in so much air, I now have gas! A very entertaining life you live!

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