shopping-trip
Yesterday (Wednesday, June 13, 2007) I patronized mighty Weggers after working-out at the vaunted Canandaigua YMCA.
It was my usual Wednesday shopping-trip to purchase milk, bananas and bagged spinach — bagged spinach because it’s better than the brown seaweed Birds-Eye packs.
So altogether I had five items in my cutesy minicart; so I wheeled into the Express-Lane: “seven items or less.”
......Little knowing that a giant sun-burned REPUBLICAN matron was ahead of me with at least 50 items in her cart.
Slowly Big Momma unloaded her giant cache onto the belt, while bloated, corpulent daughter, hair dyed extravagantly red, watched approvingly. (Mother was angry daughter wasn’t helping......)
Big Momma was well-endowed — obviously been dipping heavily into the Arby’s Pig-Out menu.
Her flowing heavily-dyed auburn hair was rolled up into a beehive, and she had mirrored sunglasses. With a short skirt and deep decolletage she was extravagantly sexy at 200+ pounds and well over 50 years.
I waited patiently as the checkout girl slowly processed her huge order; boredly checking out the supermarket tabloids: “Angelina preggers at 83 pounds;” “Hollywood marriages crumble;” “Britney dates rehab-counselor;” “Oprah hits 200 pounds.”
It was the biggest seven items I’d ever seen; it totaled 183 smackaroos-plus.
Naturally, Big Momma was slowly writing a check.
Presented, the bank refused it: “insufficient-funds.” (Apparently Weggers accesses the bank-balance.)
Angry, Big Momma whipped out her credit-card, and inadvertently dropped it on the floor.
Angry mumbling as the lowly clerk picked it up and handed it back to her.
Wham! Now it’s the bank’s problem. “Insufficient-funds” is nothing compared to the immense powah of a credit-card. And ya don’t have to pay that if ya don’t want.
Just raise your debt-limit.
Declare bankruptcy and buy a Mercedes; it’s the REPUBLICAN way.
It was my usual Wednesday shopping-trip to purchase milk, bananas and bagged spinach — bagged spinach because it’s better than the brown seaweed Birds-Eye packs.
So altogether I had five items in my cutesy minicart; so I wheeled into the Express-Lane: “seven items or less.”
......Little knowing that a giant sun-burned REPUBLICAN matron was ahead of me with at least 50 items in her cart.
Slowly Big Momma unloaded her giant cache onto the belt, while bloated, corpulent daughter, hair dyed extravagantly red, watched approvingly. (Mother was angry daughter wasn’t helping......)
Big Momma was well-endowed — obviously been dipping heavily into the Arby’s Pig-Out menu.
Her flowing heavily-dyed auburn hair was rolled up into a beehive, and she had mirrored sunglasses. With a short skirt and deep decolletage she was extravagantly sexy at 200+ pounds and well over 50 years.
I waited patiently as the checkout girl slowly processed her huge order; boredly checking out the supermarket tabloids: “Angelina preggers at 83 pounds;” “Hollywood marriages crumble;” “Britney dates rehab-counselor;” “Oprah hits 200 pounds.”
It was the biggest seven items I’d ever seen; it totaled 183 smackaroos-plus.
Naturally, Big Momma was slowly writing a check.
Presented, the bank refused it: “insufficient-funds.” (Apparently Weggers accesses the bank-balance.)
Angry, Big Momma whipped out her credit-card, and inadvertently dropped it on the floor.
Angry mumbling as the lowly clerk picked it up and handed it back to her.
Wham! Now it’s the bank’s problem. “Insufficient-funds” is nothing compared to the immense powah of a credit-card. And ya don’t have to pay that if ya don’t want.
Just raise your debt-limit.
Declare bankruptcy and buy a Mercedes; it’s the REPUBLICAN way.
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