Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Houston, we have a problem.

Hello ladies (and gents, if you're readin') (in Ontario)...

Just thought I'd pass on information you are probably already aware of: Fill 'er up! Due to the petrol shortages I highly recommended that you do not let your gas tank reach lower than 3/4 of a tank. Keep it topped up until this shortage subsides. I also highly recommend keeping the air in your tires topped up, as tires low on air can cause your car to use more gas. Don't ask me how I know this, I just do.

Maybe if we run into a real problem we can call Mr. October :)

12 comments:

elizabeth said...

YOu are tarded.

Kat said...

Seriously. The gas station next door is almost out of gas. I have a full tank.

elizabeth said...

YOU are both tarded.

Jennifer said...

No YOU are!

elizabeth said...

I know you are but what am I. (tard)

Kat said...

I smell a tard.
And I know it's not me cause I just detarded.

Jennifer said...

Well, I don't know about you, but I just Freetarded.
Good for you for detarding Kath.
Funny thing... I just finished watching Talledeaga nights (I know I spelt that wrong) and as I'm typing this, I feel like I'm talking in that stupid accent they all use in the movie... just go back to the beginning of this entry and re-read what I just wrote in that American accent... It's hysterical. Okaaaaayyy... so, someone help me.

Kat said...

dear 8lb 6oz baby jesus,
please could you make my friends a little less tarded.
thank you.
and thank you for jiffy pop popcorn cause it's right there when you need a snack whether yer at home or watching yer handy work go up in flames on the front lawn of your ex's place.

Jennifer said...

omg... I think I just pee'd my pants a little bit while laughing.

elizabeth said...

Dear baby Jesus, or as our brother's from the south call you *Hezues, we thank you so much for this bountiful harvest of KFC, Dominos and the always delicious Taco Bell...dear lord baby Jesus we hope that you can use your baby Jesus powers to heal my tarded friends. They smell and the dogs are always bothering them. I like the Christmas Jesus best. Dear Tiny Jesus, in your golden fleece diapers with your tiny little balled up Jesus fists - dear newborn infant Jesus - WHOO OWWW - please help my smelly friends.
(I made that prayer my bitch - yes?)

elizabeth said...

*that was for Amy

Jennifer said...

*THAT was FUNNY!