This just in, everyone's favorite Sadie gives her seal of approval to gas stations. Now you're thinking, ewwww, gas stations, I know - but hey, what's Brit's fave place to urinate barefooted? - that's right, bitches, the gas station. So don't knock it till you tried it...Where's the perfect place to pick up guys, coffee shops, bars, rehab? nope. Gas stations. Oh, dear Sadie, thank you for this wonderful insight. Trolling gas stations late at night looking for guys (or you know, filling up the gas tank) Sadie spotted a little hottie across the pump sitting tall in his sleek, black, Range Rover. Of course after the fact, Sadie told me she was stupid to do it, but after a full tank and few minutes of eye sex Sadie sauntered over to Mr. Money Bags. At the time she rationalized it with the thought that nice car, nice looking guy, who cares if he's taking me to "some house in the hills" where he could chop me up into little pieces and I'd never be heard from again, he's gotta be legit, right? hell, he could just be the heir to some multi-million dollar mid-western fortune. Ah, Sadie your ability to pin point people is uncanny. Mr. Money Bags is legit, super nice, and who'd-a-thunk an actual heir to a mid-western fortune. So here's to you, Sadie, for making gas stations the new hot spot. Maybe you should quit your boring job and join the Psychic Friends Network.
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