So on Friday a group of friends and I were planning to take a little road trip over to Omaha for a free Built to Spill concert. My friend opted to take his car because he was that guy who had an awesome car. He is the kind of person who won't let anyone eat or drink anything in it because someone might spill a little bit and ruin the good leather. Anyway, we are passing through Des Moines when he says that he needs to stop for gas. But not just any normal gas that you and me would buy, no he installed a special chip into his car that only allowed it to run on 93 octane gas. What a great fuckin idea that was considering there is nowhere in Iowa that even sells 93 octane gas. So we ended up mungin around Des Moines looking for gas stations for an hour, all of which sold 91 octane gas, but hey he needed those 2 more octane. All-in-all, the day was ruined and we headed on back to campus in bitter solitude.
The difference between 91 and 93 is like the difference between a dr. pepper and heroin.
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