Last week, I had to make a quick Target run on my way out of town. As I'm dashing up and down the aisles, looking for the ONE item I need to grab, I come across an American tableau that has become all to familiar. An older, haggard woman with long streaky, greasy gray hair, was pushing her cart ahead of me. Her daughter, equally inbred looking, came dashing up holding the largest container of RID I'd ever seen. For those of you who haven't had to suffer through any of the infestations which RID is used to treat, suffice it to say that "itchy creepy crawlies" pretty well sums it up.
As the daughter handed off her find, she said, somewhat defensively, "It's the biggest one they got, mama."
Eww. Itch. Eww. Itch. Looks like somebody's uncle gave 'em crabs again.
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and you thought it was me who was retarded ... ;)
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