The chicken wire keeps in the crazy. We should thank him for that.
Yep, you caught me looking at your mediocre calves. Busted.
Maybe if you got rid of that mullet I could read your shirt. Just can’t get past that early 90’s dome of yours.
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It’s not often that you get crossed up by someone in heels and booty shorts. #WarriorsIn4
Hop aboard the Pony Express. Getting you to your nightmares quicker than the rest!
Sometimes the acronym WTF truly isn’t enough. This is a full-fledge What The F*ck?!!?!
I’m not gonna lie, that is actually kinda cool. But only if you’ve got an appropriate job for it. Like you work at a daycare or you’re a clown or something like that. If you’re the receptionist at my accountant’s office I’m gonna give you glares.
Now I know why my wife insists we wash everything we buy before we use it. Didn’t think I’d ever get the clap from buying a patio set.
Gotta take advantage of summer while it’s here right? Although, piece of friendly advice, maybe remove the 1990’s neck choker or you’ll have a pretty rad tan line. Also, maybe don’t sunbathe on a car but I’m starting you off with small easily attainable tasks.
You’d figure when you turn yourself into a plastic sex doll you would love the attention, but I get the impression she is a bit annoyed. I can’t tell for sure, because of the permanent plastic sex doll look on her face, but I sense it.
I stop and wonder for a minute if I’m too quick to judge when I assume he is bat shit crazy. But you would have to be crazy to spend all that time adding that junk to your clothing and still making it look worse. So I’m confident in my assumption.
Those dreams you weave are the nightmares of the many.
How many beavers had to die for you to make a fashion statement?
Sir, I had to send a special inquiry into the FCC to see if we had to censor your titties or not…We don’t, but by like the slimmest margin. That should be a sign for you.
Look at this crew. Mad Max: Lonely Road.
She probably flew there to Walmart on a bald eagle too. Murrica!
Soak it in ladies, this is like the male version of side-boob.
Ohhhhh, so that’s why they’re called booty shorts. Cause I can see almost your entire booty. Now it get it.
Don’t look directly into the abyss. That’s how she gets ya, once you’re hypnotized you’re as good as gone.
See more freaks at People of Wal-Mart
I am freakin’ blind from the side show freaks…….
Patio set reminds me, gotta go give the single mothers some beer money at the lap-dance emporium.
My worst fear is that someday I’ll be on the list of Wal Mart People…it’s enough to make me go down to Target and hang out in the women’s bathroom. We do still have women, don’t we?
I’m stumped and stupefied yet intrigued at the same time. I was thinking of going to the circus but why pay for a freak show when you get one for free at the walmarts?