All right, y'all settled down cause it's important. I was running for my life from a gang of gremlin monster creature, things, and the only store that was even partially open was Melrose plus everything else in the shopping area but Melrose was the closest is what I meant.
I rolled up in there and I was like y'all see that shit and the girl who apparently runs the joint named Stonerat like that was her name and it on her name tag I was like that's not a real name and she fucking hit me really hard in the arm and said slug bug Green and I pointed out the window and there was a Volkswagen beetle, but it was blue but I already knew she was the dominant one. I wasn't gonna correct her.
I looked at her manager, who just kind of shrugged me like shut up bitch you walked in. You consented to this. I found out later. Her name was Paul Blart like a mall cop, but she kept winking at me all weird. Like there was something in her eye, and she also picked my pocket and made me buy Oreos that I didn't want.
About an hour later by the time, the Greek restaurant next-door had cleared out enough from the lunch rush they finally let me leave after threatening to call the cops like eight times and never doing it cause I kept stealing their phone... the third manager, which they swore nobody else worked there but suddenly there was a guy that look like a cop but also a woman name what they call her baby daddy.
It was a really fun experience and I definitely recommend. I'll go in there. If you're looking for clothes cause the girls do you know what they're doing and they kept me amused and trust me. I have a pretty fucked up imagination. read more
