Nice diaper, Wal-Mart greeter. Go put in your Sunday teeth, Pup Paroni. Today is the day your pimpled face underpaid manager addresses the problem they have with you eating cans of cat food on your 5 minute lunch break in front of the customers. They always find your pity case, senile @ss over by the lawn furniture, talking to a folding chair like you were Clint Eastwood being whored out for a greedy corporate agenda. Good thing your "Mission Accomplished" golden boy passed that hippy drenched, un-paid for, Socialist scheme to expand Medicare so you can afford your daily kook meds. Are you to far taken by the grips of dementia to remember when Bush ladled out a healthy dose expanded socialism in the form of an un-paid for Medicare act? You were happy as a lark and didn't make a peep about big government or commies...remember?<quoted text>Nice excuse Wal-Mart employee.
Now go get some self control of yourself, you later year Reagan with his finger on the button. It's bedtime for you, Bonzo and people are getting tired of always hearing "Clean up in aisle Pops" on the intercom. Get back into life, Pops...with Depends.