So the east side of america's dumbfuck dick is getting hit with their first hurricane of the season and so starts the panic of the florlemmings. There goes the toilet paper, and the gas is going fast. Some poor confused old man was wandering around the gas station where I get my coffee looking for someione to pump gas for him. Evidently he was too stupid to operate a face mask, and his last car was a coal burner because he was asking everyone to pump for him. Someone needs to man the fuck up. There may be an excuse for al old widow who never had to pump gas in her life until her husband died, but as an american man with a car you need to surrender your dick and your driver's license because there is something inherently wrong with you. Anyway, I have barely gotten through my TP cube from BJ's I got before COVID hit so I think I will survive. If not, I am sure during the looting I will find a stash of a billion or so rolls in some horder's house.