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Rule #7: If you want a job at Wal-Mart, don't be gay.
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| Although your repeated requests to take me to dinner have made me uncomfortable in the past, sir, I've decided to take you up on the offer. | |
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Rule #8: No matter when you shop there, they never have any more of YOUR brand of deodorant.
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| Excuse me, do you have anymore Right Guard Sportâ„¢? | |
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Rule #9: Even though they are displayed prominently, asking a Wal-Mart employee in the midwest where the condoms are will garner disdain.
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| Excuse me, where are your condoms? | |
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