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The horrors of Wal-Mart Volume I

Take a look around. You are no longer within the strands of normality.

You are now in Wal-Mart.
That's right, fools, Wal-Mart.

Not for the faint of heart, this "Super-Store", or as some call it, "Stupid-Store", is the center of power for all people to retarded to go find somewhere else to quote unquote "CHILL".

During my recent encoutners with wal-mart I have logged these certain types of people:

Home-Boy: A person who has gotten parole to visit wal-mart. Likes to terrorize the bicycle and car sections. Watch out for their liberty spikes! Woah! That was close!

Angry Mexican: Angry mexican's who stare at pricetags, then you, then at pricetags again. Watch out amigo!

Bored black girls: They just sort of group into masses and walk paths around the stores. Mostly safe, but watch out for their ponytails!

102 Jamz drones: The most annoying, obnoxious and retarded of all Wal-Mart clans, save the rednecks (TEE HEE). They frequent only ONE isle. THE RADIO ISLE .
They will not attempt any communications whatsoever with anyone whatsoever, save their "god" which is the DJ on 102 JAM"Z". These guys just make smurfy angry.

Rednecks!: The most entertaining of all! Watch as they persue their ambitions of buying 13-packs of beer! That's right! Thirteen! the 12 pack and the one they hide in their mullets on the way out! Haha, smurfy you dog. WATCH OUT FOR THEM THERE CHEVYS! THEY WILL GIT YOOO!

Out-Of-Place-White-Guys: Me. They sort of look around and walk to many places seeking isolation from the masses of 102 JAMZ Drones. Gah. Poor OOPWG's.

Trailer-Chicks: Girls from seemingly RedNECK family's. Often wear little to nothing and like to shop the candy aisles looking for mullet children.

Mullet Children: Kids from RedNeck families. They are startlingly scary. Oftnen their mullets will exceed the patriarch's, or even the She-Mullets. FEAR THE SHE MULLETS.

TO BE CONTINUUUUUUUED

Also I will be under a lawsuit if this is not placed:
Erin turned Fifteen. GASP. There. NOW STOP SPAMMING MY EMAIL ACCOUNT SUCKER.