Sure, she could have been practicing (because gasoline tastes so much like jizz), she could have been trying to steal gas from her neighbors car, OR she could have been having a gasoline fight with her husband like the one in Zoolander. At least she didn’t die in a freak gasoline fight accident.
“That doesn’t mean that we too can’t not die in a freak, gasoline fight accident.”
A friend once did this because we used a water bottle (not the transparent one) to buy gas at a gas station and left the bottle on the table of the living room. He was okay, though he didn’t smoke a cigarette for a long time.
Kent, FTW without a doubt!
First: I’m on nobody’s side but Lamebook’s. I comment on the posts. Learn it, be it, love it.
Boz, if your posts here were better, I’d click the link. So far I’m not convinced. When you’re funnier or more interesting I’ll reconsider. Otherwise, I don’t give a shit.
People who fake-post other people are the luckiest fake-post-people in the world. They were obviously not hugged enough when they were children, and should be put to death after lengthy, expensive trials.
I don’t care if anyone looks at my site. I just linked that because I thought it would stop the fakes. I didn’t consider that they might actually WANT to advertise my site for me. To be honest, it’s just a standard LiveJournal, funny in places, but really just a bunch of stuff that goes through my head. It’s not going to mean anything to anyone who doesn’t know anything.
Speaking as canuck, Bingo, Mr Haiku, anti-Boz (the original) and a bunch of other minor characters, Lamebook comments has officially been ruined and I’ve had enough. See you later. Enjoy your shit sandwich.