Fuckmart
I hate Walmart so much. I had one fucking item in my hand and was waiting in a line that was 4 carts deep. A new line opens up, I hustle over, but just as I got there, "MAMUUUH!" a young fat grease child cuts me off with two carts full of junk food as he grunts for his even fatter mother, who was speaking a language I can only assume was based off of English. I don't know, I left my English to Trash dictionary at home. I have one thing on me, they have enough junk food to fuel a mid 90's kids movie where the parents vanish and leave a ragtag group of youngsters a blank check and the keys to a minivan. Do they offer me the chance to go ahead of them? Of course not, that would require them to take their eyes off their caramel coated pork rinds and use at least some of their collective third of a brain. Fuck you you fat fucks, I hope your feet fall off.
Even the parking lot was retarded.
As all this is going on, I couldn't help but get "America, Fuck Yeah!" stuck in my head.
- Mr. Long