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Some Blog I Wrote

stuff i think about and then type on a keyboard

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

I've discovered a new game for grownups.

This game requires nothing but imagination.

When you're shopping at a Wal*Mart at 10:30 in the evening, imagine each customer being apprehended in an episode of Cops. Granted, the male customers you'll be using for this game will be wearing shirts of some kind, but I'll stretch the suspension of disbelief just this once.

By the way, everything that's wrong with society can be found within the walls of a Wal*Mart.

Posted by GiromiDe @ 12:29 AM
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At Wed Jul 27, 03:34:00 PM CDT, Blogger l-dub wrote...

Many parents seem to be using Wal*Mart as a daycare center. I would swear that parents drop their kids off in the morning and let them play all day...only to pick them up while doing their evening shopping for diet coke and tampons.

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At Thu Jul 28, 11:57:00 AM CDT, Blogger GiromiDe wrote...

I'm still trying to figure out what the gangbangers in front of me wanted with the hard drive or why the Hispanic gentlemen needed all that Gatorate and cookie dough at 10:30pm.

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