Because that's when the profoundly retarded retards and their owners get their only chance to go out. Seriously. I had a friend who worked in the food court there, and I was talking with him when this deformed, drooling, nasty, ugly, retarded dyke and her owner slowly walked up to us. The owner told us that she only gets to take her out every once in a while and that she was just testing the waters tonight. Well, the retard and her owner only made it halfway around the corner when the retard let out the incredibly loud shriek. It sounded like she was being murdered. These shrieks lasted for 10 seconds each. It was the most horrifying scream I had ever heard. They should use it in horror movies. I stayed there for a few more minutes, but the shrieks had continued the whole time. Apparently it's like that every night, not to mention the illegal aliens and hairy white trash women during the day.
thanks for the advice. here's my advice to you, if you are eating a yogurt with a fruit bottom it's best to stir it all up, otherwise you get bitter yogurt in the first few spoonfuls and then you get really surgery fruit jam in the last ones i learned that lesson the hard way
hereabouts they have mcd's at least. not exactly "food" but, yknow. the walmarts are only open overnight during xmas season here too, so going at night isnt a big concern (unless you just mean the evening, o lovely bronson)
i think the super-walmarts around here have a subway... anyway bronson, you must never get out if you don't see retarded people during the day
I go to school in Arkansas. You can't possibly imagine what characters I've seen at Walmart late at night. Back in freshman year we'd get high and just go walk around Walmart at night to look at the human zoo. I've seen mutilated hunchbacks, super-mullets on old ladies, people with huge cancer tumors, people missing many different body parts, more retards than I can count, black ladies with 15 children trailing them, and unsupervised 12 year olds running around. It's one hell of a place.
I do not understand the "sadly". You don't have to listen to shitty rap music blaring at the middle of the night, you don't have to get blinded by the sun reflecting on massive rims, you don't have to get owned at basketball by some freak of nature, and you truly don't have to hear gunshots followed by "oh common Troy, put that gun away Troy! TRRROOOOOY!!!"
We have many walmarts here in Pittsburgh. We like em. They took the place of K-Mart. WalMart is a Trip. It is fun to go out and meet people and their owners. I like WalMart. Peace
I am banned from walmart as well, but doesnt stop me from making a trip out there every few months. it doesnt mater when you go, wether it be at 330 am or 12 pm, it is always, always, always packed. I live in little mexico, so its full of mexicans and their 7 children, grandparents, anunts, uncles, and they all pile into a ratty mini-van from the 80's. They try to use the self-check out counter but cant understand the process even if they have the spanish option to pay. they stand in the middle of isles to go through their cart and put half of their shit back anywhere, including fodds that require refrigeration. then, answer they pull out of the parking lot or space and come within a quarter inch of hitting you or your car, they smile and stare. God I hate when they stare. unabashed follow you across the store staring.. it gives me the creeps. True story ya'll, two women, two carts, one filled with groceries to the point where food was sliding off the top, and a cart of kids. i think it was like 6 kids and one woman was constantly screeching to em about them trying to get out of the cart and run around. its craziness.
LMAO. But it is true. sad but true. Stay strong and it will pass. They will become part of us sooner or later. Peace
I used to do that when I was a kid, cause I liked the sugery part I love those kind of people though, in Toronto once, we started going through this high density area of crazy people on the Train car, everybody was getting on and this crazy lady with a fro that had like drywall stuck in it, started screaming at the train. There was a moment of intensity when she started walking toward the train all crazy, the train was packed so the door couldnt close, it was hilarious.. the train car guy said "please get on so I can close the doors"
You can be banned from Wal-Mart? They, like, keep a list? Do the old guys when you walk in ask you for your id?