Let's see here... Today is... Thursday. Which is... Yes, Jo, the 27th. It's Thanksgiving. Yeah, yeah, we all know about that and rootin-darn tootin' and your stupid turkey too, but yesterday was where the action was at.

LOTS OF WAL-MART ACTION.

In that Friday I am moving to that apartment-place out there somewhere where there are apartments that I am moving to.

Yes, the statement said a lot of one thing in a lot more time than it should, and so does this one but-

SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THE WAL-MART ACTION.

Right. Action.

So I pick Jo up, and a Kayla, and uh... Wait...

How do I use those again...

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Right, them.

So I get them and then we're driving along to go to a fantastical, no, fabled Wal-Mart of the so called... I really lost steam there, it's a Wal-Mart. But Doc wanted to come but he was busy... We're asking him... Hold on.




He was busying shopping with Ben because the Ants are... Gay.

Yeah, alright, we'll go with that one.
So we waited for hours... Hungry, because those damn ants and their homosexual tendencies had to be stopped with nothing short of can returns and buying other odds and ends that had to do with today somehow. It's a bit bizzare, but we'll go with it.

Yes.

So we sat in the driveway waiting for... Ben.

Ben is the King, wait, no... FREAKIN' GRAND POO-BAH of slowness. If there was a race between Ben and a corpse when it came to rolling down a hill, Ben would argue with the corpse for 15 minutes and then probably wait a half hour to settle his stomach while the corpse would easily lay there on the ground. And then the corpse would defeat Ben so easily because he's that slow.

It all makes sense so that I couldn't see how you could see it any other way.

So, I didn't want to keep two rather fine ladies waiting in the car with no writing utensils, or uh... Drawing implements... PENCILS, those things... None of those to do any doodling with. So in an attempt to fend off boredom and obvious impending starvation (Dammit, Ben) I have a stroke of genius... Or, well, it seemed obvious to fire up Terra and try to amuse ourselves. Fortunately, I had the Guyalator (Not included) and we made Guyalations of ourselves despite two thirds of the party not being... A guy.

OH WELL.

I'm NOT ON TRIAL!

Finally, a conveyor belt must of malfunctioned as Ben mysteriously appeared and then we went off to Wal-Mart.

WAIT NO STOP.

We were hungry, dammit. So we had to park to a library -

"Watch out for the Library Man."

In case you see a lunging monstrous guy made of... Books? I guess? I don't know what distinguishes a Library Man from any other sort of Man, but you had to Look Out for him because he was there to steal your overdue books with chilling bone-murdering assassination powers of doom.

Or just yell at you for parking in the wrong spot. I dunno.

So we went to a tiny little brick wall joint crammed between other tiny little brick wall joints called Esperanto. The fake language made up by us to communicate with other languages easier.

Esperanto isn't Mexican.

Yet this was a "Mexican" themed restaurant. And they even had food that was called a "Dough-Boy" (Their home made special) which is obviously NOT MEXICAN either, and rather, French-derived, so I'm not entirely sure where the focus was on this one.

Regardless, it was good.

Thus having crammed our mouths (And me spending 20 bucks, including the one dollar I gave to Kayla in her oversized bucket of change carrying) we went off to that Fabled... I already said it was just a Wal-Mart, never mind.

Ok we're there now great.

So first, the List.

You need the List. Without the List we were nothing. Nothing with a capital N, unlike the previous nothing, which was the absence of anything.

Right.

So with the list, we sorted out and toddled around several hundreds of isles looking for things we were fairly certain on their location, or not at all, either way I was pushing a big fat cart and being stubborn about it because IT'S MY BIG FAT CART AND I'M PUSHING IT OK

So the first mission was the Plunger. You do not realize the ramifications of not having a plunger would leave my bodily self in such a horrid state that I would never be able to live further more until such a state was fixed.

Whew! Plunger. DISASTER AVERTED.

And then a shower rack thingie. It looked like one. They all looked like something, at least. Well, something that resembles a- You know where this is going.

So we proceeded to go down the list, ignoring the highly satiable and desirable PIE, oh how I wanted some of that, but no, no pie, we weren't getting pie because that's for COOL KIDS, and I'm not in the COOL KIDS club so THERE... Despite Pie being the first priority on every section of the List. Yes. Pie... I love pie.

Pie.

Right, uh... Where was I.

Oh, right, pie.

Pie.

I love pie.

Pie.

SHAMPOO.

I don't love shampoo, but we had to get that and we did and I had to sniff bottles and try to describe my preference of "BORING."

This seemed to be a difficult if not impossible task to try to describe to the others, as they seemingly had to ask me several times over and over again what my preference was in terms of boring.

Of course, to Make Sure.

Make Sure.

I ALSO GOT TUNA CRAP I LOVE TUNA CRAP.

And we got some intoxicating cleaning supplies.

Like a broom.

Intoxicating... Yes.

In so much as wanting to wield it like a 7 year old and go bat-shit on everything in the building.

Then we got some food! Other food. Not just Tuna Crap.

I GOT TUNA CRAP I LOVE TUNA CRAP.

And uh... Some spaghetti... And... Stuff!

Stuff!

Ah, who cares anyway.

So we filled up the cart and there was a lady who we were nice to despite her not being a cashier and I thought I was gonna make her feel bad since she didn't greet me and I absentmindedly pointed that out by reading a little doo-hickey that asks her if she did that and she didn't...

Good job, dumbass. So I pretended that we did and that'll be our little secret. Like Mr. Rogers kind of secret.

Yes.

So we brought it all to the car and threw it Tetris-Style in the back and had to go get some more.

Kayla had a weird desire to spend her money on completely worthless, possibly insane, adorable little things like RAINBOW BAND-AIDS.

Seriously, what the hell?

Rainbow Band-Aids? I ended up with one anyway, so what the hell.

I took it off afterward because I scrunched it up by accident. I don't think anyone will miss it.

So we went back, got some other whacky stuff, my legs were having enough, we bought a huge table, and then we crammed it in and smothered some nice folks (SHH don't TELL ANYONE IT'S JO AND DOC OK) and then I dropped Doc off and dropped Kayla off (WHO ALSO GOT SKOOSHED don't report me to the police it was just a purposeful accident ALRIGHT) so that leaves Jo.

She must of lived somehow. We'll have to do away with the evidence.

It always comes down to this.

What better way to off Jo than by going to DUNKIN DONUTS!

Never saw it coming.

So I bought a radioactive poop-face chicken sandwich (With extra radioactive face) and Jo had a Lucky Bacon Egg and Cheese Croissant in that it was the last one, so despite it being old and probably stale it had the properties of being really lucky! WOW. I wish I had the last one of my Radioactive Poop-Face Chicken Sandwich.

I would be one really lucky guy.

Yes.

By then it was... Like, 1:00 in the morning. Today. Today is... Thursday. Which is... Yes, Jo, the 27th. It's Thanksgiving. Yeah, yeah, we all know about that and rootin-darn tootin' and your stupid turkey too, but yesterday was where the action was at.

REALLY AWESOME WAL-MART ACTION.

Yes.