I wanted some cans of soup. Did not want to pay 50 cents for them. I wanted to pay cents for them. So I took my ten year old son Frankestein whopping with me. (I named him Jullian but he wants to be caled Frankestein) We started smashing cans on the floor hoping that they will give them for free. I was also telling him to pretend to get lost and get big hootered women to walk him around the store to help him find me. Needless to say they refused to sell me the soup cans for 25 cents and kicked me out of the store for throwing them on the floor and denting them to get them for half price because they were dented.
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