Hey, you can lead a horse to Walmart but you can’t force him to put on pants. Am I right? Huh? Right?….Whatever, just get your damn beet pulp.
To be fair, if for argument’s sake you were in the market for a truck bed full of dead muskrats you’d probably go to Walmart first.
If you’ve come to this website before you know I can’t stand stinky ass monkeys hanging out where I shop for food. Then, you are probably assuming this evil looking mofo has me to the point of boiling over, but surprisingly, no. Don’t get me wrong, I still hate filthy monkeys where I shop, but for some reason this one doesn’t piss me off as much and the only reason I can think of is I’m waiting in anticipation for him to sprout wings and fly around like those monkey in Wizard of Oz….but he probably won’t so get him out of the damn store!
I see a goat and I see gasoline…what I don’t see is this ending well for that goat.