On Sunday I received a phone call from an unknown number. I answered and was asked if I knew where the exit for London, AR was. I was then told I will receive another phone call later letting me know when I should be at said location. I was told the package would be delivered by a girl in a red truck. Turns out it was my grandmother, but what narcotic organization isn’t run by a sweet old lady these days.
Today I shopped at Price Cutters which puts me 2 steps away from being an original gangster. Now all I need is a gat and a large collection of pho-bling. Which both can be found at Price Cutters for reasonable prices.
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September 3, 2008 at 9:27 pm
marcydrake
You know, I shopped at Price Cutter once… and they don’t prices like WalMart rolls ‘em back. They DO, however, have a much larger selection of sweets— I haven’t been able to find Betty Crocker Vanilla Rainbow Chip icing in YEARS, or Waffle Crisp or King Vitamin cereal — and Price Cutter had all three of those. That’s my take on the price cutter.