Closed in 2004 after a larger Wal-Mart was opened in neighboring Kevin's Joint, this Wal-Mart store was once the centerpiece of commerce for Thathper County. The darkened interior is somewhat the worse for wear, but it's still easy to imagine people in tank tops getting their portraits taken, t-shirts being sold with photographs of raccoons captioned with BITE ME, and teenagers eating meatball subs at the Subway. Now the only inhabitants are raccoons, and they will bite you.
G-g-g-g-ghosts? Probably not, according to some scientists, but this spooky Wal-Mart location in the heart of New Jersey is a popular destination for ghost hunters. It is easy to see why once you have a look at all the broken and empty aquariums in the pet department. Huge, dusty piles of brightly-colored squirt guns, inflatable vinyl pools, and kick balls really make you think how these toys will never be sold to the children that are probably like 20 now anyway.
Simply put, if I had Johnny Manziel’s physical gifts, you better believe I would be there in the Weight Room, getting to bed early, doing whatever I had to do to be the best possible athlete I could be. I wouldn't be posting on social media about sucking titties. I wouldn't even look at a titty, buddy. I'd look at a titty and see two big footballs.
A real friend doesn't move until the middle of August, ensuring temperatures in the 90s and a humidity that turns boxers into moist balls of ruined cotton.
Expendable? You must be joking.
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