
After pondering his question, I said, "I don't think so. Why?"
He came back, "You asked me my gas and then a couple minutes later you asked me again."
I shook my head and laughed. "Juggler, I'm 45 years old. Be happy I didn't ask you three times."
Meanderings and musings on the world around us. Soli Deo Gloria
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