Another repeat of an IA that was posted weeks ago. Can't find anything new so they rehash the old ones.

Waaaait a minuuuuute ... I distinctly remember the phrases "man pouch" and "hot dog fingers." I'm getting a strong whiff of Eau de Deja Vu here, and it ain't pretty. Bad assignment editor! Bad! Bad!

Yet this person was too passive aggressive to ask the clerk, "Do you have any more of those twix?" Because they probably had some in the back room. Its called backstock.

Or, if IA is the"lithe" and, presumably, nimble fucker they think they are, how come the fat guy beat them to all the Twix?

Lucky bulldog you dumbass. First it goes to the blog
Then to print. Figure it out fucker...

Dude, YOU probably didn't need any of those TWIX bars either. Almost nobody does.

Maybe he was buying them to share with other people.

To paraphrase; some fat asshole with a walker nabbed all the TWIX at a local convenience store. I immediately assume this gentleman was unkept. His hair likely unwashed as lifting an arm over your head for more than 15 seconds can start to resemble effort. He surely smells like a combination of yeast fermenting under the folds of his Fupa, and shit that he can't quite get to because his arms will not quite reach the starfish at the bottom of the trench that is his asshole. Fear not. He will likely go into Diabetic Ketoacidosis because checking his sugar "hurts" and some poor CNA at one of our hospitals will thanklessly clean the shit from his ass and folds. When his sugars level out he will be discharged to go and nab a fresh box of TWIX before this whole thing circles back on itself. Fucking fat, dumb people. Eat some fucking Brocolli.

To paraphrase; some fat asshole with a walker nabbed all the TWIX at a local convenience store. I immediately assume this gentleman was unkept. His hair likely unwashed as lifting an arm over your head for more than 15 seconds can start to resemble effort. He surely smells like a combination of yeast fermenting under the folds of his Fupa, and shit that he can't quite get to because his arms will not quite reach the starfish at the bottom of the trench that is his asshole. Fear not. He will likely go into Diabetic Ketoacidosis because checking his sugar "hurts" and some poor CNA at one of our hospitals will thanklessly clean the shit from his ass and folds. When his sugars level out he will be discharged to go and nab a fresh box of TWIX before this whole thing circles back on itself. Fucking fat, dumb people. Eat some fucking Brocolli.