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Wal-Mart Special

11 Jan

Last week, I confirmed something that, yes, I already knew. I fucking hate Walmart with all of my being. On a good day, I would usually prefer to trim my lady garden with a dull cheese grater over stepping one in-grown toenail in to the gates of Hell door to Volde-Mart. But post-Festivus, Mr. Bee [...]


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