Notes from corners of mind

So I'm cruising into work and as usual somehow end up behind some behometh of a truck. This one though proclaims to the world that it is hauling Wholesale Lubricants. Naturally my mind in it's noncaffienated too early in the morning begins to wander. Is this lubricant for cars, trucks, small mammals. Are we talking grease here from the vats of some seriously ill fast food joint or perhaps, just perhaps. Could this be the motherlode of Astroglide. Doomed to travel the highways and byways of the sexual universe providing lube to all who need and enjoy the good ride. Crikeys got to go to a meeting. Later.