Comment Memory Lane (Score 1) 606
The other day my two daughters and I were shopping at a local Albertsons store.
It was around 6:30pm and the weather was on the slightly cool side.
As we were rounding around the corner of one row (from the cereal side to the coffee side) I caught a glimpse of a very large figure just leaving the same row yet at the other end.
My youngest daughter caught a glimpse, too.
She asked me what it was and I told her that I wasn't sure.
Both of daughters then prompted me to go and find out.
I walked rapidly to the end, rounded the corner, and froze solid in my steps. I could not believe what I saw.
In front of me, only several feet away, was not just one, but two, of the fattest women I had ever seen in my life.
Nothing but a pair of massive concentrations of cellulite, dripping with layer upon layer of pure blubber. Each with a mop of disgustingly greasy dark hair whos skin were blotched all over with some sort of psoriasis.
I felt my acid starting to build in my stomach and make its way upwards.
I utilized every bit of strength I had to keep from vomiting all over the floor.
I turned around, bent over with my head between my knees, rose back up and took a deep breath.
At that instant when I exhaled, after seeing those two women, the first thing that entered my mind was:
NETSCAPE and MOZILLA
If one of those women would have bent over, I more than likely would have thought of AOL.
It was around 6:30pm and the weather was on the slightly cool side.
As we were rounding around the corner of one row (from the cereal side to the coffee side) I caught a glimpse of a very large figure just leaving the same row yet at the other end.
My youngest daughter caught a glimpse, too.
She asked me what it was and I told her that I wasn't sure.
Both of daughters then prompted me to go and find out.
I walked rapidly to the end, rounded the corner, and froze solid in my steps. I could not believe what I saw.
In front of me, only several feet away, was not just one, but two, of the fattest women I had ever seen in my life.
Nothing but a pair of massive concentrations of cellulite, dripping with layer upon layer of pure blubber. Each with a mop of disgustingly greasy dark hair whos skin were blotched all over with some sort of psoriasis.
I felt my acid starting to build in my stomach and make its way upwards.
I utilized every bit of strength I had to keep from vomiting all over the floor.
I turned around, bent over with my head between my knees, rose back up and took a deep breath.
At that instant when I exhaled, after seeing those two women, the first thing that entered my mind was:
NETSCAPE and MOZILLA
If one of those women would have bent over, I more than likely would have thought of AOL.
