I remember walking through Walmart, not all that long ago, and seeing some of the T-shirts they offer. I also recall thinking they were fairly clever, and might be worthy of purchase. Then I remember seeing some of the mouth-breathers and crotch-fruit wandering around said Walmart wearing those t-shirts, and realizing I didn't want to be associated with them in any way, shape, or fashion. Then I saw a box of 18 golf balls on sale for 9 bucks, and caved.
Damn you Walmart, damn you to the 7th level of Hell.
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Some people are like slinkies, they aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.