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Yes, a lovely show at my local Inbred Carnival.
See, I had yesterday off of work, so unfortunately, I couldn't do my usual biweekly Wal-Mart grocery shopping at 7 am. And, because I am at home and not the city I work in or where my parents live, and since I need to budget for gas, I had to go to my local Wal-Mart, the ghetto mart. That store is like a time machine.
Anyway, I was just meandering, trying to keep my patience, as it was hard, I finally got there at quite a bad time, having shopped and done some other errands earlier in the day, this was the last stop, 4 pm. BAD time to go to Wal Mart.
This Wal-Mart is backwards, so the freezer section is first in the grocery area.
I'm just going up and down aisles, checking over my list, and I hear this voice singing. Kind of sounded like a girl.
"Mmmmmm baby, you know I'll always be there, when you caaaallllll........yeah, baaaaaaaaaaby, you know Ima be yourrrrrr man!"
(something like that)
Very loud and very annoying.
Then the would-be next American Idol and the posse showed themselves.
Yay, Slim Shady and his idiot friends are here!
Three guys, white as I am, complete with super saggy pants three sizes too big, tshirts so large that they'd be too big on Fat Bastard, hats tilted to the side or backwards, obnoxiously large diamonds in their ears and giant chains around their necks.
Slim Shady was still singing. I wasn't sure if he was talking about me, but as we met paths and I tried to speed up a bit to get away, I heard "DAAAAYYYUM, Ma!" but there were other girls around, so it could have been anyone.
Unfortunately, I saw them again when I realized I'd forgotten ibuprofen and had to go back to the other side of the store a little later. They were at the pharmacy, sitting on the bench. At this point, SS had shut the hell up finally, but as I pushed my cart passed the endcaps (they were however many feet away), I heard another shout of "GOD DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYUMMM!"
But once again, can't be sure who the hell they were catcalling, since it was busy and there were plenty of female specimens around. I hope it wasn't me.
If I had bigger, hairier balls, I would have said "Keep slanging, I can't see how white you are!"
See, I had yesterday off of work, so unfortunately, I couldn't do my usual biweekly Wal-Mart grocery shopping at 7 am. And, because I am at home and not the city I work in or where my parents live, and since I need to budget for gas, I had to go to my local Wal-Mart, the ghetto mart. That store is like a time machine.
Anyway, I was just meandering, trying to keep my patience, as it was hard, I finally got there at quite a bad time, having shopped and done some other errands earlier in the day, this was the last stop, 4 pm. BAD time to go to Wal Mart.
This Wal-Mart is backwards, so the freezer section is first in the grocery area.
I'm just going up and down aisles, checking over my list, and I hear this voice singing. Kind of sounded like a girl.
"Mmmmmm baby, you know I'll always be there, when you caaaallllll........yeah, baaaaaaaaaaby, you know Ima be yourrrrrr man!"
(something like that)
Very loud and very annoying.
Then the would-be next American Idol and the posse showed themselves.
Yay, Slim Shady and his idiot friends are here!
Three guys, white as I am, complete with super saggy pants three sizes too big, tshirts so large that they'd be too big on Fat Bastard, hats tilted to the side or backwards, obnoxiously large diamonds in their ears and giant chains around their necks.
Slim Shady was still singing. I wasn't sure if he was talking about me, but as we met paths and I tried to speed up a bit to get away, I heard "DAAAAYYYUM, Ma!" but there were other girls around, so it could have been anyone.
Unfortunately, I saw them again when I realized I'd forgotten ibuprofen and had to go back to the other side of the store a little later. They were at the pharmacy, sitting on the bench. At this point, SS had shut the hell up finally, but as I pushed my cart passed the endcaps (they were however many feet away), I heard another shout of "GOD DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYUMMM!"
But once again, can't be sure who the hell they were catcalling, since it was busy and there were plenty of female specimens around. I hope it wasn't me.
If I had bigger, hairier balls, I would have said "Keep slanging, I can't see how white you are!"
Then again, I don't want to be treated like the average spider...
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