There's a parking garage near my work I sometimes use. I enjoy the the smell of gasoline so much, after I leave the station and park I'll walk through it and I feel like a 5 year old. So much nostalgia. Fuck the future until we fix the present. At the rate we're going, there isn't one. We need to stop the libtard femocracy, close all borders, end multiculturalism and refuse the new wave of communism.
There's going to need to be another French Revolution with the guillotine too. It's messy, but it's the only way.
100%. I love the smell of not only gasoline in the morning, but the sight of rolling libtard heads.
Regarding gasoline, there was a service alley above my parent's place in the small town where I grew up. I mean this was barely a road, and if you didn't know it was there, you'd never know it was there.
Every few days, an ice cream truck would take it and we'd all go to it. I remember the truck was kind of old and had that worn out engine smell from the exhaust. But even now, when I get a whiff of that kind of burnt-out engine, it reminds me of that ice cream truck when I was 3.
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