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Due to the economy and my measly pay not playing nice I started shopping at the mecca of crazy known as Walmart . Not for much, just the big things, the little things still come from the crazy haven known as Pathmark.

I tuned my boyfriend into the cheapness that is Walmart, and now he’s hooked. Dreams of finally furnishing our media room, actually owning a blender and a bin of DVDS, all for a bargain… the cheapness made his mouth salivate. We avoided Walmart as long as we could. I wouldn’t even step foot in there in the early part of the 00s, even when furnished with the knowledge that they were carrying my favorite, discontinued lip gloss. I felt I had better standards than that! But crippling student loans, housing bills and an economy in the shitter 9 years later and here I am, looking for bargains.

I found out quickly that Walmart is all about crazy, at any given hour the parking lot will be jammed with cars, and the people will be aimlessly wandering around like they are auditioning for the next Thriller remake. Inside the walls holds an even more satisfying helping of insanity. The stores are in shambles, kids running everywhere while parents beat them in public, or stuff there face at the fast foid joint located inside. Mullets galore, horrible red neck fashion… I could go on.

When we go to Walmart, we savor the humanity, for all it is. Glorious, crazy and trashy. We also try to go over to Deptford, NJ to ease the pain a bit – it’s a lot less crazy there than South Philadelphia.
Someone else has begun to enjoy this crazy castle, and document it for what it is. My friends, I give you, PEOPLE OF WALMART DOT COM.

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