You know what’s fun?Putting air in your tires. For 75¢. Next to a busy intersection. At rush hour. With men honking their horns because they feel some unremitting longing to exclaim the deepest desires of their hearts & souls.
I’ll take it though. I’d rather end up three quarters poorer once a month with dirty hands than shell out a couple hundred bucks for some new rear tires to fix my “slow leak.” Thanks anyway Mr. Goodyear. Thanks anyway.
1 comment:
They honk becuase they want you. and they´re mad becuase they know they cant have you. So you just gotta inwardly give yourself a high-five when you hear the honk and think, "yep I still got it". Its when they stop honking that you know there´s a problem, Houston.
Miss you gorgeous-when are you going to come visit me? (whine whine)
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