when i was at the grocery store, i felt like i was in another country or something, do u know why i feel that, feel free to comment

what ?

Because....You've never shopped for groceries before? IDK

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And you expect us to answer this question how?

And you expect us to answer this question how?

 

This and what

what was even the question

It's not often that I genuinely cannot think of a good response to something.

His sense of direction was probably screwed up, and his eyes sent a signal to brain demanding where he was and to identify this unknown land right away whereas the cogniscent part of his mind understood he was still in an American grocery store.

 

There.

I found the answer to your problem.

Ummm....yes?

Blown away by the wonderful variety of foods your grocery store has to offer, your mind starts to fall under a spell one of which you have never had before. You suddenly find yourself traveling across the world to the different locations each individual food was from and throughout the entire episode you start to forget your place in the universe and start to believe that you are across the world instead of in a simple and boring grocery store in the United States.

Every time I see the grocery stores lack of whole cow legs I question the country I live in.

Driven to insanity by being one of the last living people on the planet, when you stumbled into what remained of the grocery store, you had a flashback that merged with reality. In the flashback you remembered the fabled market known as "Wal-Mart" that you used to visit quite frequently before the war. The long emptied shelves suddenly filled up before your eyes however all of the products were in another language, a language you have never heard of before.

 

Thus, sparked your total mental break down. The past merged with an alternate future, different from the post apocalyptic wasteland that you now inhabit. The nation that spoke the strange language won and occupied your country, determined to exterminate every member of your race, which is why the gas mask you are wearing appears to you as a plain old Halloween mask, to hide your identity.

 

You pick up a jar of mayonnaise which in reality is simply an empty condom box, and take it to the cashier who is no more but a charred skeleton. After going home and gnawing on the box you take off the mask and look into a mirror. YOU WERE PART OF THE OTHER COUNTRY ALL ALONG.

 

Then, Micheal Jacksons doctor flies in on a jetpack to change you to another race, the one you thought you originally were, however the medicine will kill you if you don't cut off your private parts.

 

Live, or die, the choice is yours.

Did you watch Hetalia before you went shopping?

Driven to insanity by being one of the last living people on the planet, when you stumbled into what remained of the grocery store, you had a flashback that merged with reality. In the flashback you remembered the fabled market known as "Wal-Mart" that you used to visit quite frequently before the war. The long emptied shelves suddenly filled up before your eyes however all of the products were in another language, a language you have never heard of before.

 

Thus, sparked your total mental break down. The past merged with an alternate future, different from the post apocalyptic wasteland that you now inhabit. The nation that spoke the strange language won and occupied your country, determined to exterminate every member of your race, which is why the gas mask you are wearing appears to you as a plain old Halloween mask, to hide your identity.

 

You pick up a jar of mayonnaise which in reality is simply an empty condom box, and take it to the cashier who is no more but a charred skeleton. After going home and gnawing on the box you take off the mask and look into a mirror. YOU WERE PART OF THE OTHER COUNTRY ALL ALONG.

 

Then, Micheal Jacksons doctor flies in on a jetpack to change you to another race, the one you thought you originally were, however the medicine will kill you if you don't cut off your private parts.

 

Live, or die, the choice is yours.

 

Bless this post man

bless it

I'm sorry, what?