IBDaMann
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What a moron. No fuels are alive and there are no dead fuels that were previously alive.Fossil fuels are fuels that once we're alive.
I'm telling you, someone ought to look into the current deaf studies curricula and blow the lid on the crap they're pushing. You should be demanding your money back.
Fuel ... that once was alive. Too funny!
Obituary: Crudey McOilerson
It is with heavy hearts and oily tissues that we announce the untimely demise of Crudey McOilerson, the man comprised entirely of petroleum and other hydrocarbons. Crudey slipped away from this world, leaving behind a slick legacy that will be remembered for generations to come.
Born deep beneath the fossil record, Crudey was totally pumped when he entered this world, with every spark of life turning him into a man on fire. From the very beginning, he had a burning desire ... well, he had a burning desire. He will always be remembered as the man who could give any party an octane boost, and as the fuel that once was alive, so very alive.
Crudey lived an active life of adventure, bypassing the mere half-pipes and traversing exclusively the full pipelines from Texas, North Dakota, Oklahoma, Alaska, and others. Having teamed up with partners Fischer and Tropsch, Crudey poured his heart out for NASCAR, yet always remaining refined and "straight run." Back in his priming youth, he could always get the engines started, as it were, even in sticky situations..
Crudey was a man of great depth, whose word was as solid as impermeable rock and whose blood was definitely thicker than water, even without any detergents. The cause of death was a fatal intake stroke. He will be sorely missed by plantlife all over the globe who fondly remember his ability to feed even the pickiest of stromata.
In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to American Association of Petroleum Geologists, where Crudey held a staunch, lifelong advocacy. It's what Crudey would have wanted.
As we say goodbye to Crudey McOilerson, let us remember him as an example of the inflammable spirit that burns within us all. May his memory flicker forever in the eternal flame of our hearts.
Rest in peace, Crudey. May you find eternal solace in the great carbon cycle in the sky ... and lithosphere and hydrosphere.