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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