Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Every time I step in Wal-Mart I regret it. EVERYTIME. And yet I keep going back. It's a sick drug, the drug of cheapness, and I don't know how to stop. Here are a few of my thoughts last time
"Are $.28 cans of tomatoes really worth risking my life?"
"I guess there really is an obesity epidemic."
"I am getting dumber by the minute..."
"I am pretty darn good looking."
"When I am president motorized grocery carts will be outlawed."
"Why? Why? Why?"
"Humans aren't all that they are cracked up to be..."
"What's that smell?"
"Seriously, where do these people come from."
This may sound harsh. You may think I am exaggerating. Well, clearly if you are thinking that you haven't been to Casa Grande's Wal-Mart. Mark my words...when I die and they do an autopsy...the cause of death will be Wal-Mart. That place is killing me slowly.