You, Me, Gas Station. What are we getting for dinner? Sushi of course! Uh Oh, there was a roofie inside of our gas station sushi. We black out and wake up in a sewer. We’re surrounded by fish. Horny fish. You know what that means? Fish orgy! The stench draws in a bear. What do we do? We’re gonna fight it. Bear fight, bare handed, bare naked? Oh, yes please! We befriend the bear after we beat it in a brawl, and we ride it into a Chuck E. Cheese™️. Dance. Dance. Revolution. Revolution, overthrow the government? Uh, I think so. Next thing you know, I’m reincarnated as Jesus Christ. I turn into a jet, fly into the sun, and black out again. Wake up, white out, which I didn’t know you could do, then I smoked a joint, GREENED out, then I turned into the sun. Uh oh, looks like the meth is kickin’ in, duzubuzupzudahaha, AAAAH!

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Opinions on gas passer Pyros?

I believe my true self is that of a 1978 Honda Civic. That is who I truly am on the inside, my soul-being. To express this aspect of my personality I draw pictures of myself as an anthropomorphic 1978 Honda Civic and share them with others of my kind. My girlfriend is an 1975 AMC Gremlin, and we are soul-mates. Automobile soul-mates. People persecute us for our true selves. My neighbor threatened to call the cops on me just for talking to his Escort. It's not about the sex, though there is a 1955 Chevy Bel-Air I will never forget. They don't understand, I have just as much right to the road as they do. Those ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ at the DMV are the worst, but I'd rather not talk about that ugly incident of carsecution. You've never lived until you've had this guy change your oil. It doesn't make me gay, because I'm a Honda, not really a person. Your morality doesn't apply to me. I am a car. Beep beep, mother ♥♥♥♥♥♥. Deal with it.