Today I walked over to the walmart to buy me a new hunting gun.
I tried to rent one of those motor-scooters to go shopping in, but the guy said I needed
to be handicapped. D;;. Damnit! So I had to walk my lazy a** to the hunting section.
After walking 7 miles though the clothes, electronics, housewares, and condom section,
I arrived at "hunting." But noo, there was no walmart guy there. So I had to press this
button that said "push for assistance". After an hour of waiting some drunk b*****d
dressed in a vomit covered vest walked up to me and asked, "How may I help you?"
I replied, "You can put you drunk a** to work and get me a gun."
So, you don't want to know the rest.
Let's just say I got banned from walmart.
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