Just another night at the pumps. Me, sitting in a friend's car at one gas station, staring across the street at another. Does the world really need this? Or, an even thornier problem - how do you tell your Close Personal Associate that she really ought to dump the gas-guzzling 4-wheel-drive pig she's driving? Without, you know, provoking strife. Bill Clinton! I need Bill Clinton!

And, speaking of Bill (my favourite ex-president) - what a guy! Way to go Billy! (If anyone can imagine Dumbya doing something like this, well, please let me know what sort of wonder drug you're taking!)