Often I find myself confusing Walmart with an appropriate place to walk your F***ING DOG! Tiny little precious Bella doesn’t need to be by your side 24-7, leave her at home for an hour!
So you obviously hate President Bush, but you also own a pair of camo boots? Is that even legal, because it seems like polar opposites.
I don’t get it, how three probably intelligent people could come up with such a degrading website to other folks who are probably low income and can’t help their lack of sense of style. Are you intelligent? I think so, cause you came up with this site, put a lot of work into it, so I know you three clowns aren’t ‘that’ dumb. However, you did something really dumb with your intelligence, You created this whole ‘fiasco’ of a website to MOCK poor innocent people, just to hoist yourselves in the land of the WWW, so you could be cool. If I was your mother, I would smack the shit out of the three of you for this whole mess. I would. You deserve a serious spanking. Did your mothers teach you mannners? Oh I know you wont dare use my email cause I just questioned if your mothers’ did a good job raising you twerps. Anywho, I don’t care. I DO care that people’s mothers, and their children, are MOCKED on your website, on a regular basis. It is sick. I admit however, it is hard not to LOOK at some of the photos. Its difficult to pull away. But laugh? No, cause its pathetic. Because if I laughed at these poor folks, I’d be assholes just like you clowns. Anyway, I hope you all take this site down oneday, and let it become dust in the wind, but alas, you wont. You have created a monster. Well keep in mind what happened to Frankenstein, okay? Your monster may grow fangs and bite you in the ass one day, or somewhere else even, haha, where it will HURT.
I came off the bus in front of Walmart, and as I was approaching the front door, this old man rolled up on his bike. He was wearing a blue jeans skirt, and it was obviously a very windy day because I would catch a glimpse of his old, scraggly legs a few times. I shiver, and head into the Walmart to get my stuff. I’m walking past the young boys/girls clothing section a (which was next to the washrooms near the back wall) and as I head past, that old man and his skirt walks by me and goes into the washroom. Okay, whatever. So I do my shopping for a couple minutes, then decide I’m done shopping. I walk by the boys/girls clothing section again because the checkout is around the same area, when who do I see? Mr. old guy who likes to wear skirts. But this time instead of wearing a blue jeans skirt, he was rocking a short, bright yellow polyester skirt. He then went outside, got on his bike, and rode away into the sunset, skirt flapping in the air.