The race track I take my car to on occasion puts a $600 hold whenever you buy gas on site. And there is a sticker I didn’t see until after my bank called me asking if I was crazy buying $600 worth of gas.

Bananas!

The dude trying to cover it up with the piece of cloth at the end was chef’s kiss.

Wow… I’ve lived such a sheltered life with continent partners…

What the fuck did I just read…

No shit?