Ohhh it’s prime People Of Walmart time. Don’t forget to share all your awesome POW themed parties and costumes with us!
When you got swag you pop collars. Fact are facts.
Ohhh Walmart you son of a bitch. You wanna put Christmas decorations out for sale in August, I’ll complain but keep it to myself. You want to start playing Christmas music over the speakers on Nov. 1st I’ll yammer on about how Thanksgiving gets no respect. But putting up a Christmas tree before Halloween?!?!!? You’ve gone too damn far this time.
That is my reaction any time I see someone in an old police car. Thanks for making me slam on the breaks for nothing.
You fall in love with a weed whacker or something?
Tails grew apart of Sonic over time. Started a family, had grandkids. Really settled down.
Never question Mom powers. They exist and there is no way to stop them.
For a quick minute there I thought you had those tiny balloons sticking in your crazy hair. But now that they’re not, I’m disappointed and you’re just left looking like you love that tomato life.
Can’t say I condone violence, but let’s just say if I had to pick between your crazy ass shooting up Walmart or a theater or something like that oooorrrrr a bunch of heroin dealers…it would be an easy pick.
Be grateful it’s not Halloween yet so we only got a half moon.
Friendly reminder to not let strays like this into you home.
Shoutout to the guy or gal who channeled my rage any time I go to a Walmart and just went full send.
See more freaks at People of Wal-Mart
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So, you still believe America isn’t a colony?
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How was the Amnesia Haze?
Working women have to chip away at the whole Christmas thing. And poor people (always fun to laugh at when you live on a fuckin island someplace and retired from Wall St bullshit at age 35) can’t or don’t know how to put money aside to save up for Christmas savings. Hand-to-mouth people think and live hand-to-mouth because typically that’s just the way it is. You don’t suddenly shift into middle class thought patterns once a year. So if they have a few bucks not spent yet (note I;m not saying “extra bucks”) they may think of Billy and Christmas and pick up a toy that on sale NOW and stuff like that
More class-ism here and thank God for that because we just don’t have enough already. Keep up the good work.
I get that these people are annoying, I live in that kind of neighborhood, have had meth house, sex offenders ex-cons etc as neighbors. Do I hate it? Yes. I hate it a lot. But all this kinda shit here is snobbery. This is what mental illness, addiction, and poverty looks like.
We closed the asylums and shut off funding because “people have to make their own way”. This is what “their own way looks like. it’s really not funny. People who manifest this sort of stuff often are abusive/neglectful parents and really heartbreaking pet owners and I see that over the fence when it gets to a point where cops can intervene I call them. Typically they can’t/don’t do much. it took 8 months for them to clear out a house of squatters, meth users and hookers. I have pix of some and they looked real “funny” too. I man in his mid 30s would play with toys on the lawn. The sex offender would play ball with the kids who weren’t being fed while the sick twisted little boy threw the small dog in the air.
I’m getting sick of TBP. I just realized that. It’s pretty much the last old-school blog community on the internet where you don’t have to be a 42 year old neckbeard. I get nostalgic for the early Internet. I was a blogger myself for years. But people’s comments here just end up illustrating how fucked we in America really are. You think everybody else is the problem.
Most here understand that Trump is an expression of how sick a lot of Americans are with the national dysfunction and abuse of the public
They fail to grasp that the same is equally true for the rise of Antifa, AOC and intersectionalists.
Each group thinks the solution to the problems is to eradicate the other group. That is not the solution, you’re just getting rid of the system’s “waste products” that way. (by waste products I mean all the varied indicators that things are not working, whether it’s Furries in Walmart, horsefaceAOC, or Covington kids in MAGA hats being publicly abused by media) It will never end.
Keep laughing assholes there’s a lot more to come.
So don’t fucking look at the Walmart post asshole. People make choices to become Walmart fodder, nobody forced them to look like that. That said, Jesus loves them just as much as us. Don’t let the door…
Well said – you tell ’em CO2.
Hope you’re doing okay.
Doc
Poverty makes a middle-aged man wear a foxtail out if his pants?
only the wayfaringstranger with the busted e on his keyboard……
That is an external sign of an internal butt plug. Since the seventies when people started wearing their clothes labels on the outside and folks started airing their dirty laundry on tawdry talk shows, individuals are more than just people, they are ‘brands’ and ‘influencers’. They are no longer simple Americans, they are LGBTQ or ‘conservative’ or ‘patriot’. It seems like everybody has to have an angle today. Any poor schlub who hasn’t got an angle can still claim to be an incel, involuntary celibate.
There was a time you kept shit like that to yourself. All of a sudden, if you sleep with a dude in some drunken state of zombie pecker, you can come out as bi-sexual or free spirit. There is no more shame or stigma. The only stigma there is left is not having done something vile that can help identify you as a real person and not an NPC, a non-playing character.
Old Dylan got a Nobel prize for something. It might have been for recognizing that humanity was going off the cliff. We had no idea that his song about the times they are a’changing was not about war or racism. It was about people losing their collective mind, swapping out their hard drives and plugging into the matrix, that old ball of confusion, that feeds them dreams of purpose and meaning. So that we now have dick suckers and carpet munchers galore. We have haters and revanchists, eugenicists and Nazi hunters, we have everything but a community.
Everybody is so fucking busy doing their own thing, they left the baby in the bathwater. Or in the car. Or in the gender re-assignment office where Dr. Lopnuts can do with little boys more than just touch them inappropriately. In a country where you can still protest and throw cream pies at public figures without getting a phone call advising you to think of your loved ones, the branded people refuse to lose their social credits with the mildest of protest lest they have to sing their mea culpas on Oprah or Ellen’s show.
Everybody is so Rupert Murdoch’d that they walk around like J. Alfred Prufrocks while the world crumbles around them. Who cares? They have their brand.
“In a country where you can still protest”
https://www.zerohedge.com/political/little-fanfare-william-barr-formally-announces-orwellian-pre-crime-program
“the last old-school blog community on the internet”
We’ve been called worse by better people than Wafer Strangler
brakes