Talk:Hit paste and see what comes up/@comment-30126178-20191011000440

I fucking hate Walmart. The entire fucking store is run by meth heads and kept alive by obese riddled fucking Scooter people. If you can walk down an isle without seeing some kind of package fucking ripped open, you sure as hell aren't at Walmart. If you can make it through the register lines without spending half your fucking day behind an overweight child screaming for another can of god-damned diet Coke, you sure as hell aren't at Walmart. If you can talk to an employee without physically recoiling from the intense fucking stench of their breath, or the horrid sight of their fucking meth teeth, you sure as hell aren't at Walmart. If you can last in that store for more than five fucking minutes without developing suicidal tendencies, you sure as hell aren't at Walmart.