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Dang women!
Fellas listen up! I may be odd, a freak, addicted ro whatever about my machine. Since purchased this thing has had nothing but Chevron Premium gas in it.
Wife asked to use the machine today to do some 'running around' as she called it. So I go ahead give her the verbal instruction book on what to do and what not to do. You know, don't get any dirt in the car. Watch where you walk. Watch for gum, puddles, oils, mud, dirt so you don't drag it in my car. Don't roll down the windows, open the sun roof or leave it unlocked. And by all means, DO NOT PUT CRAP GAS IN THE MACHINE!!
So I get my machine back today.
She ...
A) Parked under a tree (Thank god for Zaino and not for birds)
B) Rolled down all windows and opened the sunroof so a ton of dirst and crap is in it.
C) Some candy crap stuck to my floor mat.
D) Scuff marks from her shoes hitting the door jam trim.
E) Somehow a cereal box opened up in the trunk so I got fake fruit loops all over the place.
And above all after my blowing goats over all this she says to me in her sweet little voice ...
"Well at least I put gas in it." Planet Earth as we know could have stopped and I wouldn't have noticed at this point. So I had to ask. "Where did you go and what grade did you put in it?" Her reply, "Does it matter?" Mine ... "WTF!?" So she finishes with, "Its AM/PM gas, I put that regular unleaded gas in it." DIE! First off 'HONEY' do not ever refer to my machine as 'it'. Second, give me the KEYS! Time to reconsider my 24 year relationship with this .. this vile creature!
She is now banned from it.
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