Wal-Martyr

[hijodepasadena]

I am not going to suffer any more righteous indignation for which Wal-Mart reaps the benefits and I get nothing but stress migraines. Fuck them, I've had it.

Whatever.

There is hope on the horizon... like a giant yellow orb ready to envelope every living ounce of sky... Think Alpacas. Cute, fuzzy, adorable fucking Alpacas.