The Iggblog

As I merrily pulled out of my driveway about 10 minutes late or so on this wonderful friday, I realized I was almost out of gas (because I was too lazy to fill up on the way home yesterday). So with a big “oh fuck I’m going to be late” smile on my face I leisurely made my way to the gas station. Up until this point in the story, any reference to me being anything but wrathful, hurried, and groggy (yes, at the same time) was a farce. But upon pulling into the local gas station, my mood turned for the better as I was greeted by this:

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This put me in a good mood until I got a few miles into the pike. but hey, it was cool for a little while. I saw an even cheaper price for cheapo-grade gas at a ghetto station on the way in… $2.59 … I hope this trend continues.