Dear fat redneck at Wal-Mart:
No. I do not have time to argue with you. I am willing to bet that there is something somewhere that needs to be either milked or eaten. I have things to do. Walk on.
SO with that being said.
Did you guys know that I, in fact, am just a big ole freak?
I just don't have enough Budweiser muscle shirts and Reeboks in my closet these days.
Uh... no, sir. This is why you and all of your 350 pounds are walking through the crafts section of Wal-Mart alone. You're lucky I was looking at paintbrushes and not lumber.
- heytarah
- East Jesus Nowhere, Kentucky, United States
- My name is Tarah and I guess I like just about anything that won't give me an ulcer. I have a new hobby every other day, from Guitar Hero to crocheting. I don't know how many people will read this, but if there's anything I've learned it's that if you can't talk to yourself, no one else will want to talk to you, either.
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