Lets ignore the part where you’re in a store. Just set that aside. Why the hell do you have a pet possum? I can’t even dream of a more backwoods Deliverance type of scenario where you’re sitting in a rocker on your front porch petting your pet possum.
Some of that juicy meat looks undercooked and some of it looks overcooked. Some of it is lean and some of it is too fatty. That’s why I can’t trust Walmart’s juicy beef. No consistency people.
This looks like a magical train I’d get on if Willy Wonka was filmed all about a Walmart.
Looks like Bill got himself a new truck.