Walmart Has Only THE Most Classy Clientele

Here's proof:

Mr. McSlore and I don't often patronize The Walmart. I lack the fortitude to shed blood for close parking spaces and the sales girls look down on me because I don't show any flesh, wear pjs in the dog food aisle or weigh enough to set off seismic alarms. But if seeing strippers passed out in shopping carts is a regular occurence, I'm willing to change my ways.