It's almost 4 in the morning.

[Guest Agent of Oblivion]

Lets see what I find this week!

[Man Who Sold The World]

 

Oh reerrry?

[Guest Agent of Oblivion]

Last week it was a terrible (or awesome, depending on how you look at it) transvestite buying condoms and mouthwash.

 

This week, I saw the most stoned mexican on earth staring at TV dinners. He didn't move for a solid minute aside from a gradual sway.

[Edwin MacPhisto]

One thing I never understood when I lived in Charlottesville: the Walmart was only open from 6 am to midnight. How can you have a Walmart in a college town and not have it open all night? They'd make so much money from the wealth of drunk, retarded, and high kids looking for basketballs and Capri Sun at 4 in the morning. Maybe the twin dangers of destruction and vomit made it too risky.

[Guest Felonies!]

My best Wal-Mart moment is still the man who drank orange juice concentrate straight and cautioned me not to buy "unsweetened."

[Art Sandusky]

The closest 24 hour one to where I live is a good 25 minute drive. I'm glad. There's one only a couple of miles from my house, but it closes at 10. Again, glad. Wuck Fal-Mart.

[Guest Vitamin X]

I don't think I'd go to WalMart if it wasn't open 24 hours. With that said, I love the one by my house. Knowing I can buy pretty much anything I need anytime is really nice.