Sale Crush
It’s convenient of Carol to be in Vegas, isn’t it? Mouse calling for help seems a moot point. I think he called her to bit a bit’o shame on her.
It’s convenient of Carol to be in Vegas, isn’t it? Mouse calling for help seems a moot point. I think he called her to bit a bit’o shame on her.
there was a line of people waiting to get into the store where i work friday morning, anticipating the store’s opening at 6 a.m. after that crowd left with their purchases, the store became eerily quiet for the next four hours. it’s because of this and a few other reasons i’ve begun to call black friday, “trick or treat for adults”.
I wouldn’t be there if you paid me… I loathe the whole get there when the doors open, trample your fellow man to get there. This kind of thing makes me nuts. I hope the day warn’t too bad for you.
Where’d that sale mob appear from? Ten minutes to the sale’s noontime start (yesterday’s comic) and not a soul in sight. Yet now, as Mouse hasn’t even put up all the phoned-in signage order, the locusts have descended?
Aw, brig… You’re probably loathing sale-crazed, crushes of humanity because of your shortness. Now if you’d show up with, say, a snarling Doberman or a drooling Pitbull with a spiked leather collar on a short steel chain leash (you could call it a “service dog”) I bet clearance carnages would become much more “fun” to participate in.