North of the Wal-Mart
Because it's wal-mart.
Because there is a target in every corner.
They both have boys pants half off. I'm going to hell
Seventeen. One to do it and sixteen to shell the M&M's.
One to screw in the lightbulb, stock four carts of supplies, and handle seventeen simultaneous customers at any one time for five consecutive hours.
Supplies!
Jesus: *winks at camera*
N.O.S. too bad he can't handle the crash...
He couldn't handle his boos.
All Fridays Matter
I'm not coming into work today
Ginger ale.
The
A crowbar.
Only one. Just as long as you hand him the damn lightbulb.
None. Each lightbulb contains the means of its own revolution.
At least two, but they have to be pretty small to fit.
