Last night I ran out of gas on the way to a wedding. A rodent of a man offered me three pepsis and one 7up. He said it would be a good substitute for gas. As he spun away I heard an evil laugh. This gave me red flags.
I knew before I started the motor I had to wake up - to wake Loverby up - to ask him his opinion. He said, "Don't start the car!"
He recommended me going back to sleep to siphon it all out.
He couldn't do it for me. I hated that. He always rescues me.
Loverby went back to sleep mumbling, "It might have worked if it had been coke."