Wifey, toddler, and me all went to Walmart last night to pick up some bedding for the half-pint. At the end of the journey, we ended up at one of those self-checkout lines, which at Walmart is a colossally stupid endeavor. The morbidly obese snaggletooth in front of us was waving her items around like she was divining water, UPC code sticking
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