I found the Klass at Wal-Mart.
Once in awhile, it’s fun to go to Wal-Mart to just look around and see what weird products one can find. Last night was one of these times. I went to Wal-Mart with my boyfriend and we walked around for a good hour or so. Probably the best thing we found was a Blu Ray combo pack with Groundhog Day and So I Married an Axe Murderer. That came home with us.
This is my version of People of Wal-Mart, but with less butt cheeks and mullets and more oddly named products.
Caution: These photos aren’t the greatest. I took them with my phone.
Is it too much to ask to have the word “cleanse” spelled properly? I just don’t feel comfortable using a product that feels it has to take shortcuts.
Hobbit name or extract? You make the call.
That’s right folks, it’s Mrs. Leeper’s Last Chance Chicken Alfredo. Before you jump off that ledge, make sure you try Mrs. Leeper’s Pass the Pills Penne Pasta. You’ll die, it’s so good!
How they got the chicken in the “biskit,” I will never know. How they got their adorable chicken mascot into my heart, I don’t care … but I will be eternally grateful. (Doesn’t that chicken look so jubilant? Sometimes I imagine it’s the Grand Queen Chicken, and she’s showing the world her wares. She’s saying, “Look at my biskets! I made them for you!”)
And I thought Wal-Mart was family friendly. Hmph. If Big John can flaunt his pickled sausage, I’m going to start selling my fried breasts. (What? They’re chicken breasts.)
Clever marketing here: this cat pad company has me convinced that if I use their product, my roommate’s cat will be able to control the litter scoop with its mind, thereby eliminating the need for us to scoop poop. Although, I hope this is the only thing the cat will be able to control with its mind … that kitty is weird enough as is.
Microfiber car wash mitts, so you can give your car the sensual massage it deserves.
Creepy Pokemon character stare down … GO!
This puppy is absolutely begging for your kids to run their greasy fingers through his soft chest hair.
Am I doing this wrong? It’s okay, you can tell me.
I love this card for so many reasons.
Look, I know it’s a bad pun. Irish Setter, “Sniff Me, I’m Irish,” har har har. But you don’t have to stick your gum on it.
So tell me: what’s the weirdest thing you’ve found at Wal-Mart?
Ethel. 