Shit, I had to quit going to my local walmart after fucking dark because of all the racial divide shit they have on TV, I’m fucking white, and everyone apparently thinks I fucking love Trump because I have an old timers beard.
I don’t. I fucking hate him, but try to convince the all black stock people crew of that in Wal-mart after dark when I walk away from my cart for 3–5 mins and start taking photos of all the TV’s I’m going to buy on Black Friday in the electronics section.
I guess they say,
“hey, that Trumper left his cart, (They know where I’m at)
Guess he didn’t want all that Ice cream and baby diapers.”
They took my cart and hid it for the last time.
Yeah, it’s happened more than once.
I got the diapers and left. But,
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Fuck them forever for doing that.
We still shop at Wal-mart,
but guess what,
We shop online, so now, not only do I get my fucking Ice Cream, but those reverse racists, judging mother fuckers have to go get it and bring it out to the fucking car.
I’m not about to give up great prices due to the perceived social injustice of them putting back my fucking groceries, because I may or may not personify something they hate. I could have just be paranoid as fuck and been too fucked up to find my cart in the first place.
Don’t Judge.
