A Story From A Walcreature…

Today I brought my four year old to the store. I wouldn’y buy her cinderella. So, when I went to buy cereal, she stuck her hand out and flung most of the cereal boxes on the floor. I was in no mood to do anything, so I just keep walking. The janitor or something shows up says to me, “Tell your little brat to pick up her mess.” I saw his uniform and said, “It’s your job, you son of bitch.” I walked away and told the manager. Who fired Mr. Janitor.

When I walk out of Wal-mart he’s right there, literaly keying, ‘Imma Dick-faced Bitch’ into my mini-van.

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