Oops. I was just about to snuggle into my sleeping bag for the evening and I remembered I still need to make a run to Wall-Wart.
I hate hate hate going there. All the people are ugly and creepy. The sores on their faces weep. Their football jerseys that boast “PLAYAH” are negated by their hairy, pasty legs shoved into striped tube socks worn with plastic shower flip-flops.
I’m gonna wear my leather motorcycle jacket and leer menacingly. Best to leave the glasses at home on this run.