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Meanwhile at the Market Basket in Lawrence…..
I don’t know who stole whose food stamps because we don’t see what led up to it, but safe to say no one who participated in that clamathon has even remotely considered using birth control.
Market Basket is clean, Market Basket is friendly, and Market Basket is miraculously cheap as shit despite all of that. I have no idea how they stay in business but I thank God they do, and I feel bad for everyone that doesn’t have a Market Basket within 10 minutes of their home. I feel blessed to live in the Mingya Valley when I hear harrowing stories about people who have to go to Stop n Shop and Price Chopper. Must be rough.
But that video right there is why Lawrence doesn’t deserve a Market Basket. Lawrence is naughty as shit, and when you’re naughty you get Shaw’s. End of story.
The funniest and saddest part about that video was how unfazed pretty much everyone was by it, including the baby who clearly has come to expect ratchet rowdydowns every time these broccoli bite boricuas take her grocery shopping.
Although my personal favorite was the cashier who smiled the whole time and simply could not be any less disinterested in this obviously common occurrence taking place right next to her in the checkout line.
Girl was just scanning groceries and shit the whole time like she was completely unaware that these deep fried cheesehogs were being corralled by the Artie T Mafia directly next to her checkout line.
You can tell this wasn’t the first time the guy in the red coat had to corral a wild foodstampopotamus.
Loved the guy in the orange hate watching in disbelief as he sees what living in Lawrence and eating nothing but Pringles and government cheese has done to Storm from X-Men.
Of course they’re living in a section 8 swamphole in Lawrence, but they gotta wear their Jordan’s out to Market Basket.
Bottom line, these bapoons should be happy they have a Market Basket, and quite frankly they don’t deserve it. Chop it down and put up a Price Rite.