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Do you know why I love Walmart? No, it’s not because the deli section often smells like feet. Forget the fact that you can buy tampons, a Justin Beiber pillow and a gallon of mayonnaise in one trip. Holla! I heart Walmart because it is entertaining. There are certain items on the rack that bring me pure joy. I have been known to stroll through the store alone laughing a loud. (or is it out loud? Accept? Except? I usually choose a different word.) Target employees would probably call the police.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the bargains at Walmart. However, a few steps away from the discounted chip dip is what I like to call the land of “What the hell were they thinking.” It is a mysterious place. I give you exhibit A:

This is currently in the men’s section. Don’t worry. It is not a Christmas sweater. Who would be caught wearing one of those? (Cue pretentious laugh) It is a sweatshirt made to look like a hideous Christmas sweater. Genius! I know what my brother is getting this year. Throw this puppy on and the world is your oyster.