Unable to read just how much gas was, I walked in and asked the clerk, How much is the Butt Gas?
She gave me the dirtiest look and I was on my best behavior so I don't know what her problem was.
After a moment of hesitation she calmy said, Butte.
Excited she was making small talk with me I replied, Oh I agree, it's an absolute BEAUTIFUL day but I am in kind of a hurry so If you could just let me know how much the butt gas is, I can be on my way.
She glared at me. I could feel her eyes piercing me and through gritted teeth she replied once again, Butte.
I stood there for a moment trying to figure out what she was talking about when it dawned on me. She thought I was beautiful. Kind of surpising since I hadn't had a shower in three days and my four hears on my head all stood out to the left but I was flattered non the less. I kicked my foot across the ground like an embarrassed child, Aw shucks Mam, I'm already take ... thats when the rock it me in the head.
View on black, I kept the rock
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Apparently I Was Pronouncing It Wrong
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