No gas!

What is this picture, you ask. Well, I'm glad you asked because if you didn't, I'd have to explain. Then some wiseass would prolly say 'Tak tanye pon!' then I'd be embarassed. Then people'd start throwing things at me and then I'd get fired from my job and my girlfriend(s) would leave me. This is called the Circle of Life. Just like what Darth Vader told his son Simba.

But then, because you asked, if that wiseass strikes again, I'd be like, 'Someone else asked, beyotch!' Then he or she'd be embarassed and I'd be like, 'Wussup! That'll learn ya, fool!' Then I'd get all these phone calls from chicks wanting to go out with me and whatnot.

But enough chitchat.

The picture. This morning, on my way to work, I fergot to top up the fuel on my trusty (or so I thought) scooter. Just as I was about to exit the tunnel, my scooter sputtered and choked just like a crackwhore mistakenly overdosing on laundry detergent. And then it died. (Same also like the crackwhore, only with less puke.)

Luckily I managed to sputter out just as the tunnel ended. Having to push the scooter from inside the tunnel would've been very very dangerous. I'd probably get run over from behind. Who ever made this tunnel didnt even think of making space for sidewalks. Jerk! (EDIT: the jerks did make sidewalks. just not for people who have bike breakdowns. dorks.)

So I called up Faisal so's he could help me out by buying some fuel and send it over to me. Everything ended well. Yay.