Adventures in Wally World

One night while tooling around northern Missouri, I found myself looking for something to do. I had already visited Amish country, and the trailers that belong to hoarders but had signs that automatically turned them into "antique stores" were closed. So, I found myself at Wal-Mart. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that a small town Wal-Mart, despite having a similar floor plan as other locations, has its own unique perks.

Exhibit A: The Violated Pajama Jeans

Granted, I've always had a curiousity about these too. However, there's a little opening on the front of the box that allows you to feel the "fabric" (I use this term loosely). I guess that wasn't enough for someone; they needed to pull them out of the box in order to get the full Pajama Jeans experience.

Exhibit B: The Downfall of Britney Spears

Ouch, not only is the Circus Fantasy perfume not selling well, it's on the discount aisle. Oops, she tanked again.

Exhibit C: The Awesomeness of Chuck Norris

Yeah, this one's a given, but thankfully Wal-Mart has something for the uninformed:

(Note: Sorry this one is so hard to see, but I had to act fast before the employees got suspicious of the nut job taking pictures at Wal-Mart.)

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