I'm dead and it's all my fault.

Monday July 18, 2011

Of course you smell gas, Doug. I had a Cheesy Gordita Crunch for dinner last night. Ha! What? The oven? No, no—if the pilot light goes out, then the co-pilot light kicks in. These things all have built-in safety mechanisms. You worry too much. Let’s smoke this doob and stop stressing about bullshit all the time, shall we?