I spent all day looking for the good stuff but I just can't find it.  I don't know if it even exists, except in my mind, and maybe my pocket.  See, I've been doing lots of calculations lately and they all point to people not liking bad gas.  I don't know why but they just don't seem to like it.  The logic does not lie, except on Thursday.
So I got to thinking, if people don't like bad gas, they must like good gas... The Good Stuff (tm).  It was the perfect idea to get my Nacho Cheese and Salsa Factory.  After all, if it's good stuff, that means it's good.

But I couldn't find any gas, good or bad.  Not even in my pockets.  I don't know what gypsy cursed me because it has never been like this before.  I sure hope I deserved it.  Maybe I haven't been eating enough sauce packets lately.

Later on I gave up on good gas and started learning some new things from the dead dog.  He sure is full of weird, unusual, and interesting stuff sometimes.  Especially after a big meal.  I just hope it doesn't catch up to him.

Speaking of fat people, how come I don't see any really old fat people any more?  I sure miss the really old fat people.

What a good day!