VA: It’s Like Taking Candy From a Multi-Billion Dollar Corporation
Nov 16th, 2007
(34 votes, average: 3.74 out of 5)
Loading ...Just recently, they opened up a new Super Walmart in my neighborhood. Imagine that; a white trash paradise in my neighborhood. I simply had to check it out.
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Original post: It’s Like Taking Candy From a Multi-Billion Dollar Corporation
What a pitiful life, and pitiful site this has turned into. I started reading this site six months ago thinking she had something to say but now it’s nothing more than some sociopath starting fights with old women at Wal-Mart.
It’s become less relevant, more monotonous and it’s creeping ever so closer to being just another boring blog by a random author.
Now THERE’S the V I know and love!!
Awesome.
Also, V is obviously from Eastwood, Alabama. Sure, there are a few other new Super! Wal-Mart’s, but I’m for placing V in the South because of the white trash factor and because her stories never involve snow or ice. Ice cream, yes.
Kind of disappointing…I was expecting police involvement on some level.
(On a side note, smart husband=))
V is a modern day Robin Hood…who doesn’t bother with the hassle of giving back.
I don’t know if it’s true where V lives, but fat asses don’t need special parking of their very own where I come from. They always seem to get along fine getting a handicap permit from their crooked doctor.
I remember when I was 12, or acted like I was.
Is being a dick to some people who happen to make rent money from a company you hate supposed to be clever these days? Or is being a dick in and of itself supposed to be funny?
What would have been funny is if some fat slob bitchslapped the asshole stealing candy from the bank. Please, next time try to have an ending like that.
This started out as a hilarious website and has now become something that would make Tucker Max blush from shame.
Personally, I lol’d.
I laughed out loud. Really. Still am. Brilliant!
I love anal approach… (And I don’t mean in any sexual context right now…)
She was technically correct. And that’s the best kind of correct.
Ah, VA deigned to grace us, the unwashed masses, with her regal presence. I find that those whose orgins stem from the squalid bowels of a decrepit mobile home community are the quickest to castigate and belittle its present denizens.
We poor hillbillies due to our unenlightened decisions in life are forced to purchase from the evil empire Walmart. If only we had an exemple to emulate, we too could learn to walk upright!
Hark! Here comes our champion! Here comes our Bodhisattva of Bitchiness guiding us out of the darkness to the path of enlightment.
The answer: Steal a candybowl and start some shit with someone’s granma.
Actually, she was fortunate that she only encountered rednecks. If she would have crossed hillbillies they would not have treated her with the same patronizing patience reserved for small children, imbeciles, and lunatics. They would have fucked her up. A hillbilly is the same as redneck but not as sophisticated.
I am a hillbilly. Therefore I shop at Wal-mart with reverence. I am more concerned about saving some money, getting what my family needs, than winning the shallow approval of some brand worshipping arriviste.
Long live Nascar!
Long Live Boone’s Farm Wine!
Long live the United Mine Workers of America!
May your tall boy of Milwaukee’s Best never run out!
Oh and one more thing. Yes you better hope that the infrastructure of the US does not crumble. It will be a hillbilly who will have to feed you that buck that scared the piss out of you a couple of posts back. And you won’t sniff your nose at wine from a box. You’ll be grateful for blackberry wine from a mason jar.
-From the Rantings of the Psychomancer
Ahh this is why I love Violent Acres. Making shit happen just to entertain our lives and make our Monday mornings a little more interesting.
Walmart IS evil, and along with the fast food industry, is the epitome of everything that is wrong with America with its malevolent corporate mind.
Besides that, what she did is just damn funny. So thanks, V.
Sure, we’ll all be saved by people that haven’t realized that boxed wine takes a whole lot less effort to procure than mason jar swill. Not to mention it’s a terrible waste of perfectly good fruit.
Also, I wouldn’t put a l;ot of faith in anyone who things they’re saving money shopping walmart. But it sure is nice to hear thyat the people who are contributing to the economic downfall of the S are so sure they can survive it.
Actually, I only shop at Wal-Mart for the more upscale things that I can’t find at Big Lots or Dollar General. Please tell me, if the Evil Corporate mind is all that is wrong with America, what is all that is good with the US?
Balzac, if you have cheaper places to shop, I’m all ears. I vote with my dollar. The best deal wins. I could give a damn about the quaint ambiance of a downtown neo-market revival.
Best rot gut hooch I ever drank was a rice wine swill called maklee (spelling?) that I drank with some South Korean hillbillies. By the time we got to the bottom of what looked like a used Clorox bottle the language barrier was gone.
- From the Ravings of the Psychomancer
Okay as much as I hate to admit this I have been a loyal reader of V since the beginning.
To Lauxa mentioning that she lives in the south. There is a post way back in her archives about her heading to Wal-mart in a snow storm to buy a book. I don’t have time to search for it so you are just going to have to trust me….or search for yourself.
Aww, c’mon.
I don’t read this site cause I hate Walmart, or hicks for that matter.
I don’t care if V is from the south, a liar or your transsexual uncle looking for a place to vent.
I read VA cause it is entertaining.
Nice story V.
Way to stick it to the Man, there.
…most of the time I get a kick out of your stories, but this just seems to be a mean-spirited attempt to fuck with people that have crap jobs and are just biding their time until death’s sweet embrace ends their purgatorial existance.
Instead of messing with these pathetic wage slaves, won’t you join me in shoving the able-bodied yet lazy morbidly obese fucks off of those motorized carts that Wal-Mart offers for the handicapped? Now that’s entertainment!