I got kicked out of Walmart last night by a manager so I wouldn't "make a mess."
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It's probably good for me to get this stuff off my chest.
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3 comments:
oooh, poor Confessor...
I've only been kicked out for not mixing paint. Maybe you should try to be a little cleaner, and not make such messes.
Better luck in future undertakings bro.
Well, I thought it was sad. I felt all guily-like for disturbing the poor employees. I wouldn't have wanted to deal with me, if I was them. And then I felt sad because I really was trying NOT to be problematic, dispite my alarming costume. Oh well. Maybe next time we can do something equally fun, and less bothersome to the general populace.
Populace. I really like that word.
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