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Those toothless dim-witted Wal-Mart shoppers should be forced to lick the lead paint off of all the crap they purchased. Of course, many of those genetically inferior bargain hunters had their share of lead paint as children.
I can't drive through a Wal-Mart parking lot without thinking that I must have taken a wrong turn and somehow ended up in Appalachia. I swear, one time, I heard banjo music.
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