FILL ’ER UP?
Sep 01, 2018
2 minutes
By Cable Neuhaus
I once loved the distinctive fragrance of gas stations. These days, regrettably, it is but a faint memory. In its place, at thousands of sleek stations across America, you’re likely to inhale an incongruous noseful of car-wash detergent, hot ham hoagies, and beer. Blech! I favor the intoxicating aroma of grease and engine lubricants.
So, you conclude, my wee brain was rotted by
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