In a sign of desparation, I actually went inside the gas station to pay for gas, wiper fluid, car wash, and yes...a gas station heat lamp roller dog. I don't know what I was thinking. After getting out of the car wash, I took a bite.
Never, ever, ever buy a gas station heat lamp roller dog. I spit it out on the interstate.
Dogs consumed: 0 (I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul).
Dog on, for one more day...
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