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Tuesday, February 25, 2003

Morons Go Shopping

My wife and I were in Wal-Mart yesterday looking for a light bulb replacement for my car's headlights.

We found ourselves standing next to a shelf of particularly hard-core looking auto supplies.

"Hey," I said to my wife. "Do you need any greases or lubricants?"

She said she didn't.

"How about a ball cock, tank nipple, nuts for your srews or pump for your sump?" I asked, motioning to the plumbing and hardware department.

She didn't need any of those, either.

I looked at her chest. "It looks like your headlights are in good shape."

I selected the right bulbs, and we moved on the toilet paper department.

"Huh, huh. We need TP for our bungholes," said my wife, immitating Beavis from Beavis and Butthead.

"Yeah," I responded. "That's cool. Huh, huh, huh."

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