I hate Walmart, and on a Saturday it’s somewhere between the 3rd and 4th Circle of Hell. I would rather shove a crochet hook in my eye than go there on a Saturday…and yet, somehow, I end up there every goddamn week. Years ago, when Wally-World came to my town I ventured in, what the hell right? And after seeing it’s unkempt wares and inept customer service I decided the trek to the mall was acceptable, then I discovered cheap diapers. Screw you Walmart…and so began my horrific addiction. And it’s not like it’s an addiction to something that makes you feel good like…say…sex…(good job Duchovney). No, this is an addiction of necessity…I need cheap diapers.

So today’s visit was simple, I just needed a piece of felt… .25 cents…easy right? Oh hell no. First the place was filled with idiots, my favorite kind of people, with their unruly children. God help me. At any rate, to make a long story short…I went in for a .25 cent piece of felt and spent 70 bucks! SCREW YOU WALMART!