son: *cries*

somewhere in california, there is a conversation like this going on:

mother: son, we aren’t going to be able to get you anything for christmas…
son: but why mother? (little whimper)
mother: because we’re paying $5000 in gas a month just to drive to work.
son: *cries*
mother: oh no hunny, we’ll think of something… maybe we can get you some of those little crumb donuts from the gas station that you love so much. what do you think of that?
son: *cries harder. runs into room.*

i’m buying anyone i know little crumb donuts. because gas sucks (both literally and figuratively).
stay cheap. ride a bike.


love.

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