Self-inflicted discomfort

(Or, How I learned that Walmart greeters ain’t nothin’ to fuck ‘wit)

From the studio that brought you everything funny about your bleak fucking existence comes:

Walmart- The Peak of Professionalism

Old Guy Greeter: *Standing there*

Me: *Staring at him with mouth slightly pouted and head thrown back in typical cholo-looking-to-start-shit-fashion*

O.G.G.: Don’t play with me, boy. Matta O’ fact, come back here, I’ll kick yo ass.

Jajaja, oh Walmart employees, when will you learn ??