She’s lump
A heavyset woman and a five-year-old girl are exiting a Kroger’s as my wife enters. The heavy woman is carrying a 24-pack case of Pabst Blue Ribbon. Suddenly, she stops in her tracks and says, “Damn it, Erika, I forgot the eggs a-gin!”
I think I am going to make that my new email signature.
But hey, at least she bought the essentials.
In case you don’t get the title reference, it’s from the ’90’s band The Presidents of the United States of America: “Lump lingered last in line for brains / And the one she got was sorta rotten and insane…”
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This would work nicely alongside your photo of the dairy cooler stocked with beer
Comment by Dawn — Thursday, 5 April 2007 @ 1:09 pm
I have almost religious revelations every time I got to the discount grocery store during the day. Sounds like one of the people I’d see there.
Comment by Mel B. — Monday, 9 April 2007 @ 1:33 am