I went to the grocery store and learned something today

[Çì®åŠ DêMïgòD]

It’s always interesting to visit the suburban grocery depot in the middle of the day. You get to see all kinds of people that you wouldn’t otherwise. The speakers in my head are playing “Yup that guy’s unemployed- and smoking is expensive, dipshit. Housewife. Sagbottom. Old people. For God’s sake wear a bra and a sweater, Yentl. Helping mom buy this week’s rations- and talking to her like a four-year-old. Housewife. Baby factory. He’s on lunch. Single mom- foodstamps. That’s a big athletic black dude with a big athletic white dude. Maybe they’re shopping for Mike Piazza.” I’ll probably burn in hell for what I think about others in the grocery store but that’s okay cuz pork spare ribs were only $3.49/lb so it’s worth it.

I’m in the bulk food section dropping some cashews into a baggie when I see a flat out cutie pushing a cart with a 3 to 4 year old kid in the basket. My little soldier lifted his head off my leg and nodded a few times. I suddenly found something very interesting to stare at behind her. MMMM good.

She was wearing a nice polyester or rayon blouse that wrapped her B cups like cellophane over orange halves. Her blue jeans were well fitted for her body shape. They came up over her hips to accentuate the gracious curves childbirth gave her. The jeans folded politely beneath her bubblish butt as she walked. She wasn’t smoking hot in that “I wanna pull up her miniskirt and fuck her from behind in a phone booth,” kind of way. She was the kind of girl you want to get to know first. What kind of subjects she liked high school or how she almost made cheerleader. What her first car looked like and why she never went to college. Then I’ll push her white cotton panties aside and take her missionary style while her parents watch a movie in the next room. She’s the kind of girl that makes you want to blow a load into her soul.

She was obviously in love with the guy she was with which is a tragedy cuz he was a sorry sack. He was losing hair fast and had resorted to cutting it short while growing a thin shaggy red goatee. His body was thin in a genetic way. If he sat around and ate doughnuts all day or ate celery and worked as a lumberjack it wouldn’t change his body shape at all. Among normal/average people, he couldn’t pull strange in a tug of war. Except… he’s married to a real cutie and gets to wrap his pasty fingers around those well nursed nipples on a regular basis.

Which got me to thinking: Really and truthfully that’s what it’s all about. That’s life right there. You gotta marry a cute hottie before you get ugly and treat her right. Do that and you’ve won half of life’s battles. That’s what I learned in the grocery store today.

I know some(many?) of you on these boards are committed to the single life and tagging sluts like they’re railcars but mark my words, gentlemen. One day you are going to wake up ugly. Four divorces later you’ll beg for an ugly woman that’ll be nice to you.


The other thing I realized at the grocery barn was that really ugly people are more susceptible to having retarded kids. I saw three retarded toddler aged kids this afternoon and all of them had bona fide fugly mothers pushing them around. I’ve observed this before but never put it all together so clearly.

If you’re ugly you’re more likely to be introverted and you’ll take whatever you can get in the opposite sex. This leads to more marriage between relatives and by extension -births of retards.

On the surface raising kids with hearing aids, thick glasses, and their hands wrapped in towels may look like a punishment for being ugly, introverted, and horny. But God who can see the end from the beginning is one compassionate SOB.

Among parents who have raised a retard they’re almost all pro-life in terms of birthing “challenged” children. If you talk to any of these parents they’ll tell you the retard is their greatest joy in life.

Therefore I believe that retards are God’s way of bringing joy to the lives of ugly people.


That’s what I learned in the grocery store today.

[Wolfman]

I usually go to Publix to get goceries and such--
then again---it doesn't hurt that the store I usually
shop has the best looking ladies shoppping there--
----SSHHHH
don't say anything to Mrs O !!

[Smackie Chan]

I usually go to Publix to get goceries and such--
then again---it doesn't hurt that the store I usually
shop has the best looking ladies shoppping there--
----SSHHHH
don't say anything to Mrs O !!

Judging from your posts, it's clear your parents were ugly.

[marinerfan]

What kind of subjects did you like in high school?

[pron]

I see a flat out cutie pushing a cart with a 3 to 4 year old kid in the basket. My little soldier lifted his head off my leg and nodded a few times. I suddenly found something very interesting to stare at behind her. MMMM good.

She was wearing a nice polyester or rayon blouse that wrapped her B cups like cellophane over orange halves. Her blue jeans were well fitted for her body shape. They came up over her hips to accentuate the gracious curves childbirth gave her. The jeans folded politely beneath her bubblish butt as she walked. She wasn’t smoking hot in that “I wanna pull up her miniskirt and fuck her from behind in a phone booth,” kind of way. She was the kind of girl you want to get to know first. What kind of subjects she liked high school or how she almost made cheerleader. What her first car looked like and why she never went to college. Then I’ll push her white cotton panties aside and take her missionary style while her parents watch a movie in the next room. She’s the kind of girl that makes you want to blow a load into her soul.

You had my interest with that, but then you went off track. A photo would have helped too.

[MgoBlue-LightSpecial]

You really had to type all that in Word?

[Trampis]

The cheaper the grocery store the better for the people watching.My favorite couple at the grocery is the couple in there mid twenties with 1-3 kids who lives with her parents.Its obvious,come on...shes fat,he looks somewhat like eminem...the kids have bruises,so does she come to think of it.Its bad.

The other,is the wornout old barfly in her forties,whos really trying to quit the lifestyle.You know with one wink and spmewhat crude pickup line she'll be back in the hootch and sitting on your couch for a couple of days.Sad

[Jay in Phoenix]

She was obviously in love with the guy she was with which is a tragedy cuz he was a sorry sack. He was losing hair fast and had resorted to cutting it short while growing a thin shaggy red goatee. His body was thin in a genetic way. If he sat around and ate doughnuts all day or ate celery and worked as a lumberjack it wouldn’t change his body shape at all. Among normal/average people, he couldn’t pull strange in a tug of war. Except… he’s married to a real cutie and gets to wrap his pasty fingers around those well nursed nipples on a regular basis.

Huh...was this dude she was with by any chance wearing a nametag that said Dinsdale? No wait, this guy was actually with a girl. Never mind.

[quacker backer]

I usually go to Publix to get goceries and such--
then again---it doesn't hurt that the store I usually
shop has the best looking ladies shoppping there--
----SSHHHH
don't say anything to Mrs O !!

Judging from your posts, it's clear your parents were ugly.

no racks yet??
I laughed out loud at that

[warren]

Do you think this guy's been published yet?

[Çì®åŠ DêMïgòD]

Sorry for leaving my own thread unattended. I've been busy.

What kind of subjects did you like in high school?

Fuck you and your blind daughter.

If you think $3.49 for spare ribs is a great deal then you must've been one of those greatest joys in life.

Sorry not spare ribs. They were baby back ribs. I only eat spare ribs if someone else cooks them. Not a big fan.

You really had to type all that in Word?

My internet connection was being schizo so I copied it into Word. After my ISP quit self destructing I copied it back into a browser page and submitted it. Thank you for caring.

The cheaper the grocery store the better for the people watching.

There's a second-hand variety grocery store to the South of me that's an acid trip of merchandise. An oriental chick owns it and her taste in product selection is eclectic to put it mildly. She has rolls of carpet on one wall. Musty odorous fabric on another wall. Food from God knows where on shelves in the middle of the warehouse. She sells water damaged goods including foods that have lost their labels. I can't remember the name of the store. Starts with an "R" I think. Frickin' creepy place, man.
The people who shop there (I don't put myself in that group, btw) are tremendous wierdos. Fun to watch but don't bump into them or brush shoulders. You're almost guaranteed to pick up some fleas, lice, and roach eggs from casual contact.

Tedious as that might be, it's far more entertaining than your submoronic stream of consciousness.

You are a dimwitted pile of boring shit. Go fuck yourself, tard.

Should I know who you are?

Dinsdale is ugly

Sup braddah?
If Dinsdale sees you he will hit you with his purse.

Do you think this guy's been published yet?

Believe it.