Dude, going to Wal-Mart always freaks me out; it's not just the genetic bouillabaisse you encounter there on a daily basis but also the dead stares you receive from the "associates".
Brain Rage is the home of James B. Webb, intellectual elitist, political junkie and Southern food addict. He grew up in Texas but he got to California as soon as he could.
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Which reminds me,"You meet the nicest people in a Walmart"
Dude, going to Wal-Mart always freaks me out; it's not just the genetic bouillabaisse you encounter there on a daily basis but also the dead stares you receive from the "associates".
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