Wal-Mart is scary I don't know what it is. Every single time I go into a Wal-Mart, regardless of geographical location or time of day, there is a whole bunch of scary ass people in there. I thought maybe Wal-Mart has a secret dress code that says to only wear clothes that look like they've been worn since 1987. Or perhaps there's a secret meeting place for serial killers and child molesters in the back of every store. Either way: there's some freaky-ass fucks walking around in there.

They always seem to be in big groups, crowding around that one item that I dare to pick up at Wal-Mart. It's not shopping anymore, it's almost like a social activity for some of these folks. They're palling around and laughing and it seems like they're having the time of their life's. Of course this is just a guess, since I don't speak retard nor pig talk. I always want to get out as soon as I can. Leaving a Wal-Mart for me feels like being send home after being in the middle of a bloody war for 5 years.

Why go back you ask? Because I need shit, and I need shit cheap.

Movie tip: Idiocracy  ¶ 1/11/2007 05:30:00 PM