"I won't pay for anything." Oh yes, you will, Roger. Oh yes, you will.

“You are going to die and go to hell,” is what Roger Mayes yelled to the gas station clerk in a fit of rage before he drove his piece of shit 2001 Ford Explorer into the BP gas station that had the audacity to have a pre-pay policy for their fuel.

Roger, my friend, it sucks to be wound up like a 49-year-old virgin. Of all things in life that could flip someone’s psycho switch, yours was the mere thought of having to swipe your debit card to fill up your tank?

Not all the times you asked for ketchup for your FatAss Fries at the Mickey D’s drive thru and got one lousy packet? Not when you realized how badly damaged you were as a man because your dad called you a Nancy as a boy? Not watching the nightly news stories about the hurricane of unemployment and the tornado that destroyed your cousin’s trailer park?

Well, instead of just paying for your damn petro, you had to be subdued with a stun gun and you’re facing charges of attempted murder for nearly turning the gas station clerk into an oil stain (watch video here).

Sucks to be running on a tank full of lunacy.