Things that vaguely terrify me

(part of a continuing series)

Creepy janitor

6 Responses to “Things that vaguely terrify me”

  1. Joe Says:

    Perhaps you accidentally left out the $3/gal. sign. That’s how Mr. Gas Station Attendant got that green uniform: it’s made out of money.

  2. Toastie Says:

    I’ll gladly look at the Weebles at BP for $0.59 44-oz fountain beverages. Take that, McDonalds and your 32-oz “beverage” consisting of 22-oz of ice and 10-oz of beverage for $1.69.

    (I can’t afford $1.50 12-oz Izze’s at Whole Foods everyday).

  3. Blazer Manpurse, BFA Says:

    I hear you on the fine BP cuisine–I practically live on the numerous selections from the deli case, and still wonder whatever happened to the “Durham Sandwich Company,” late of Roxboro Street and purveyor of the finest turkey loaf sandwiches slapped between spongy white bread.

    I think it’s our rolly-polly janitor’s Hitler mustache, combined with the 1,000 yard stare of the Leatherface family, that starts to creep me the hell out.

  4. Your Mother Says:

    Perhaps these things terrify you because you are ginormous pussy?

  5. Blazer Manpurse, BFA Says:

    Oh Mama…

    You don’t know the half of it.

  6. Toastie Says:

    WTF is up with the word ‘ginormous’? It’s getting really obnoxious.

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