Keening about gas prices teeters on the unreasonably ridiculous. The sky's blue, grass is green, and the oil companies are cornholing you at the pump. It's axiomatic, really. Why bitch? Because it's unrelenting bullshit that renews its unwelcome stench with each refill. An oil exec gloating, winking and nodding knowingly at the automotive industry. Yeah, it's a bit trite to kvetch about something axiomatic. But Valero just raped me with a pachydermesque dick, and I'm a little pissed. Twenty-seven dollars for 9 gallons of gas, fuck.
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