Wal-Wedding

There's this hep, shorn head army cat buying drinks for everybody within shouting range here tonight at karaoke night at St. Elmo's saloon. He's celebrating his engagement to his rather Rubinesque fiancee. He's singing Beach Boys tunes to her in the key of drywall. It's touching, if a bit silly. But what intrigued my helplessly sardonic whit was the tale of his engagement. To whit:

"I asked her to marry me in the woman's clothing section of Wal-Mart! Isn't that crazy? I figured, hey I love Wal-Mart, and won't this be a great story to tell our kids?!"

Welcome to the new world order where war & consumerism are ONE.

Wait a minute? Did I say "new?" - RSM
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