That's why I go to Walmart. I've picked up a movie, milk, bread, other groceries, women "thingies", claybirds, shells, and some .45 ACP all on sale btw and some "wife beater" shirts all in one trip.
That’s funny. At a recent trip to Wal-Mart I knew my redneck-ification was nearly complete... the conveyer belt had beer, condoms, shotgun shells, and rib-eye.