What a Gas
I’m not saying it was me, but one of us needed Gas-X on Friday or we were going to die. But both of us needed beer or we weren’t going to make it after an extremely hard week last week. So, we got to the cashier with our beer and our Gas-X, one of us doubled over and one of us drooling like Homer Simpson, and the cashier very kindly says, at the top of his lungs so everyone in the store can hear, “Gas-X and Rolling Rock. That’s going to be some party!” Next time we’ll throw in a box of c0ndoms for good measure.
