You know what my favorite part of this story is? It's not the fact that the only place you can find a sick kid in his footie pajamas, swinging from the claw inside a vending machine at 3:00 in the morning...is a Wal-Mart.
No no no. That's too easy.
It's the fact that his mother left his little ass in there to go buy one of those cheap, disposable cameras they sell, to shoot the whole thing!
THAT, is the essence of Wal-Mart, people.
Thar be the magic.
May 21, 2005
Only at Wallyworld...
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