"Hey, can you go to John's Grocery and pick up some fruit?"
"No they closed."
"OMG! What happened."
"They were a Wal-Martyr."

This Jazz Cabbage got me zooted. Jazz Cabbage is less harmful than Squares. I’m smoking that Jazz Cabbage boy.

"Look at Gina, shopping whilst complaining of being overworked", says worker number one
"Yah," says worker number two, "Boy is she ever a Wal-Martyr!"

"Fuck him, coming across as a Walmartyr. Bitching and moaning about work all the time. Fucking quit or shut up! He'd make more money on disability, which wouldn't be hard to prove considering being disabled is a requirement for working there."

"Fuck her over there for acting like a typical Walmartyr. The prices are so cheap, because there is no customer service. You want someone to answer all your fucked up questions/concerns all day, and hold your diabetic hand, then go someplace else and leave the 2 people who work in
this store the fuck alone. FUCK YOU!"

The lines were already too dang long, then we had to wait while security got into it with another dang Wal-Martyr who wouldn't mask up.

Trixie won’t shop at Wal-Mart because of the low wages they pay their employees and cheap Imports from foreign countries. What a Wal-Martyr!