CRACK ATTACK!
<font size=+3 color=#FFFFFF> WELCOME TO WAL*MART! Prepare to be assimilated into the American collective. Resistance is futile - cocksuckers!!!</font>You go to her place of work, a Super-Dooper-Mega-Wal-Mart that takes up so much space it has it's own zip code, and is actually petitioning to become it's own state. She serves that diabolical institution as an assistant manager of the 'brain surgery' department. It's a real new department. Discount brain surgery...what next, Wal-Mart!? What next? Where else will you spread your insidious tentacles of unrestrained capitalism!? Maybe Karl Marx was right all along...
You make your way through the vast labyrinth of that vile insitutuion of greed and everyday low prices and eventually, after several hours, reach your desired destination. You see your mom dealing with a couple of irrate customers, claiming they asked for a 'tumor-removal' for their beloved son and what they got was a 'frontal lobotomy'. That's Wal-Mart for you. Oops. (In retrospect, maybe they did the poor asshole a favor. In this day and age, ignorance is bliss, right? Don't answer) You don't waste anymore precious time and march right up to your mom, clutching your makeshift shank. "GIMME ALL YOUR MONEY, BITCH!!!" you utter impulsively. You brandish your dull knife menacingly and growl like a stray mutt.
"Son?" she gasps. "What are you doing? I thought you'd be dead by now! Let me guess, you need money for more crack, am I right?" "I'LL BE THE ONE ASKING THE QUESTIONS, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" you yell in reply. "NOW GIMME ALL YOUR MONEY OR I'LL STAB YOUR ASS RIGHT NOW!!!!!"
She refuses to hand over a dime. Hmmm.
You make your way through the vast labyrinth of that vile insitutuion of greed and everyday low prices and eventually, after several hours, reach your desired destination. You see your mom dealing with a couple of irrate customers, claiming they asked for a 'tumor-removal' for their beloved son and what they got was a 'frontal lobotomy'. That's Wal-Mart for you. Oops. (In retrospect, maybe they did the poor asshole a favor. In this day and age, ignorance is bliss, right? Don't answer) You don't waste anymore precious time and march right up to your mom, clutching your makeshift shank. "GIMME ALL YOUR MONEY, BITCH!!!" you utter impulsively. You brandish your dull knife menacingly and growl like a stray mutt.
"Son?" she gasps. "What are you doing? I thought you'd be dead by now! Let me guess, you need money for more crack, am I right?" "I'LL BE THE ONE ASKING THE QUESTIONS, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" you yell in reply. "NOW GIMME ALL YOUR MONEY OR I'LL STAB YOUR ASS RIGHT NOW!!!!!"
She refuses to hand over a dime. Hmmm.