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Gas Pains

I used to fill my tank for a dollar Now, paying forty bucks makes me holler I need a loan from the bank Just to fill my thirsty tank If this continues I'll live in squalor

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 5/26/2021 8:37:00 PM

Heh, heh! Try using baked bean juice. I hear that you can go putt-putt for over 20 miles on the stuff. ~ Mr. Bean!

L Milton Hankins

Date: 5/18/2021 8:51:00 PM

True enough, Robert. Makes me shudder, but I remember the Carter days, too.

Daniel Turner

Date: 5/18/2021 2:40:00 PM

I hear you Bob. I fear we ain't seen nuthin' yet! The senior citizens that were not killed by covid are now going to be starved to death, as prices continue to climb, they get no relief.

Alexis Y.

Date: 5/18/2021 2:28:00 PM

Lol! Robert, We all are experiencing gas pains! I enjoyed the read. Have a great day:-) Alexis

Tom Cunningham

Date: 5/18/2021 1:33:00 PM

Lol, Good one Robert, time for shanks pony. Tom

Robert L. Hinshaw
Date: 5/18/2021 2:04:00 PM

Thank you, Tom. I'd prefer shanks pony to the electric cars they are trying to dump on us - they couldn't give me one of those things! Take Good care