Blathr Wayne Lorentz

This service station is just a shell of its former self.

Not all artists understand thereʼs a difference between an art car, and a barnacle-encrusted Spanish galleon.

When the nearest gas station is 94 miles away, you can charge $12 for two gallons of gas.

I found an ever pricier place down the road, commanding $20 a pop.

You call the number on the sign, give the person who answers your credit card number, and they give you the combination to the gas locker.

I can't believe I didn't think of this first.

Slap a KGFN hat on her head, and Darcie thinks sheʼs a real life Goldfielder.

Sheʼs saving her pennies for the next land auction.

People on the internet laugh because this cemetery is supposed to have a grave marker reading “Unknown man died eating library paste July 14 1908.”

The full story is that he was a hungry hobo who found a pot of paste in the trash behind the library and ate it because it tasted sweet. It tasted sweet because back then paste contained alum. Which killed him.

The words have been removed from the grave marker because boors from the internet used to flock here to take pictures of themselves with it, as if the death of a homeless guy is something to laugh at.