If your place of employment frowns upon moving images of seizure asses and shopping cart sex, then maybe you should save this little tune for when you go to Walmart later tonight to try on panties over a pair of booty shorts that I haven’t seen since the Fly Girl days.
Walmart is already what fuckery prays to when it needs guidance, but Mr. Ghetto has taken it to a whole new level. The Walmart smiley face doesn’t know whether to frown or make it rain Louisiana Purchase Cards on Mr. Ghetto and his bootleg NOLA bouncers. I was about to say that the day manager probably issued a clean up on every aisle after this, but ass dust is about the least nastiest thing that has hit Walmart’s floors.
Why do I also have a feeling that Walmart won’t be mad about this. They’re going to hire Mr. Ghetto and his Ghetto-ettes as their new official door greeters. And when Mr. Ghetto’s NOLA bouncers are done with that, can they please put on some Swiffer shorts and come bounce their asses against my laptop monitor. This mess has left a film of apocalypse powder on my screen.
P.S. – It’s your turn, Target.