Me and my Uncle Billy spawned in to this establishment. We were instantaneously gobsmacked by the vast quantity of purchasable goods. We were as spoiled for choice as a group of fifty year old builders indecisively looking through a lunchtime chip shop menu.
We ended up buying some bread, some butter, the largest cucumber we could get our grubby hands on, the cashier's left ear, and a WW2 German standard issue Karabiner 98 Kurz that we found in the fresh produce isle.
We then strolled into the defecation facilities to unearth an elderly gentleman, standing abrace with his right leg on the counter, gently trimming his long, luscious locks of genital hair into the sink with a WW2 German standard issue Seitengewehr 84/98 rifle bayonet that he too found in the fresh produce section. "Are you in need of any assistance?" Billy kindly asked with a look of pure intrigued hope in his eyes. The man confirmed and we got to work.
After grooming the man's fantastical follicles, we made our way to the till where we exchanged currency, a total of 16 Great British Pound Sterling, for the goods and services that we had acquired on that particular shopping visit.
We then proceeded to leave the store and head home to utilise the items we had purchased. read more
