Right out of the movie: "My Science Project", Cast forth from another time continuum. another dimension.
What has string theorists everywhere scratching their heads saying "WTF Y'all???"
Bass Pro Shops!
This must be the stupidest freakin' place on Earth I've seen, and I love to fish, So when it opened I thought I would have a fave for lures, rods, etc......
Nope!
Just awe struck by the oily, Peterbilt hat donning dufuses with a pack of American Heritage ultralight 100's rolled up in their tee shirt sleeves, assholes and elbows in the blowout bin of shit lures BPS can't sell, trying to pick the "Purdiest" one, or scanning the shelves stacked asshole high to a giraffe with equally useless trash unsellable by BPS, trying to pick out that special plastic worm that's gonna land Big Bubba.
I swear, a tornado picked this place up from somewhere out in East Springfield, Missouri, and dropped it smack dab here, in Foxboro.
All I want are good lures for a good price, all I get is retarded useless junk not even worth getting stuck in the trees.
All the good stuff I thought would be less pricey, is either marked up, or comparable to the Mom n'Pops in the area.
My choice, Stick to the Mom n' Pop's.
Now for the rest of the place. It is a wonderland for Gun toting, "3" sticker sporting, dip drooling, brainwashed Jesus junkies, with tacky, faded, howling wolf head sweat shirts, confused about the relation between 9/11, and the transition between turn three and four on the last lap of the 2001 Daytona 500.
"Git 'r done"-ing everything, like a fatter smellier version of the "Cable Guy"
Sounds like Florida, Alabama, or Kentucky.
What wood work did they all crawl out from?
They're all here somehow, and I cant quite put a finger on it, and I don't blame it all on the passing truckers that frequent the area.
Build it and they will come.
A utopia of social and racial intolerance for all that is God, guns and gays.
A blight on the ass of the blight that is Patriot Place. Who ever allowed them to put up this cultural cancer in Foxboro should be driven to Florida, stripped to the whitey tightys, strung up with 20 lbs of rotten chicken meat, and dumped off smack dab in the middle of Alligator alley.
Bass Pro Shop is the redneck's LL Bean. I cannot say anything good about this place other than I'm very happy there is not one in my town.
It is like a healthy Bulldog turd on a well groomed lawn.
Springfield, your Bass Pro Shop landed in Foxboro, Ma, come pick it up and take it back home please, or we'll charge you for cultural littering.
By the way, the Wicked Witch is dead.
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