The aquasox and sweatpants alone would have made it a classic. I was in the Shelton Wal-Mart one day (not joking) with my friend Jeff (so he can corroborate this). We were walking behind a couple of women, with their gaggle of snot nosed brats. They were avg WalMarters: huge t-shirts, reeking of smoke, shaped like lumpy giant pears, stained stretch pants, and silky tavern jackets.

One was telling the other: "You know what happened last time I was in here?, I sh!t my pants again!"