I love gas stations. Gas stations have some of the sickest clothes ever. T-shirts, hats, everything.
This vacation tip: If you see a gas station with a sign that says Clean Rest Rooms, it means one thing--the door is locked and no one can find the key.
I asked a couple of months ago if anyone would like to start picketing the gas stations.
All of Iraq's oil fields are under U.S. control which is ironic considering all the gas stations here are run by Middle Easterners.
Gas stations are considering hiring security guards. Why are they getting security guards? We're the ones getting robbed.
You don't want to be the only car company. When you're the only car company and there's no competition, customers may not know what a car is, the roads may not be developed for cars, there may not be gas stations everywhere.
The thing I love about electric vehicles is not stopping in gas stations. We're so accustomed to that... Now I'm in control of when I refuel.
I have candy all the time. I live on gummy bears and peach rings. They're like dried-up peaches, only dipped in sugar. You can get 'em at gas stations. They're like 99 cents for four bags. And cashews. I love cashews.
People forget that in early 1970s, there were 3 sushi bars in New York City. Three. Three. Think about that. Now, there is sushi in... I've eaten it - there is sushi at gas stations in Middle America.
