wal-mullets sunday

well this is a buzz kill. the count remains at 3 1/2. instead of my weekly sunday trip to redneck wal-marts i had to go to ghetto wal-marts friday night. all things happen for a reason. i saw a woman sporting some abominable snowman boots. there was so much fur. she couldn't even walk with her legs together. or pick up her feet for that matter. i also found yet another product i didn't know existed. while in the beer aisle, i looked up to see none other than pretzels. not uncommon. but these weren't your ordinary pretzels. i read the package once. and then again. it read extra dark pretzels. yes, extra dark. i think what they mean is burned. leave it to the slow economy for this delicacy. just because a batch was left in the oven too long doesn't mean you should package them up. and sell them. kudos to their marketing firm. for an effort well done, if you will. i only know one person who would eat these. my uncle.