As we burst through the door pushing aside all hallucinegenic clown shaped detritus, a voice called out to us. "We close in two minutes," the bitchy annoyed bitch said. She probably only went through this exact same routine for the last ten minutes of every night of her life. I cooley responded, "That's a minute and thirty seconds more then we need." .... Five minutes later while we continued to pile high the various soft drinks, candy's and inedible sticks of death that were required to fuel our all night shenanigans, it became obvious that the usual turds had been flushed out the exit and we were the two floaters left.
"That's the most abominable shit I've ever seen" my cohort remarked. Apparently my choice of snack cakes was unacceptable; so unacceptable that he would be seen eating two of them later. As we slowly moved to the front counter the Walgreenians closed in from every aisle as if the pressure could force us out like bad Mexican food. We paid and left but not before making enough idle homosexual remarks to ensure that both us and our cashier were uncomfortable with our straight guys being funny by saying overtly gay stuff routine. Outside, two gypsies were smoking bear claws while staring into the night. They just don't make donuts like they used to.
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