Sure people liked Andy, Opie and Goober.

Sure people liked Andy, Opie and Goober. You have your big fans of Floyd the Barber. But I always had my heart stolen by that self-deprecating officer of the law, my Barney.

Yeah, I had this whole fantasy going on in my head, about me and him getting married. With me quietly influencing him, we'd be able to topple Andy and take over the department.

We could really turn the Paint Department in this Walmart into our own private Eden. We could make Andy finally stock cans while me and my lover leaned against the paint mixers.

Her skin felt like vinyl silk as I kissed her. The paint mixer started whirring as our passion increased and soon we were isolated in a lake of conker exterior gloss. Other Walmart

customers stripped & got friendly in the sensuous lake of paint. The paint mixer brutally drove our lovemaking, & soon our oscillating cries of ecstasy brought the Walmart manager

to address complaints. Sure engouh, a gaggle of nude folk were embracing free love in Aise 9, fornicating in a lagoon of Fertile Green & Eggshell Interior. Walmart manager Tom was

Aware this was politically correct, so he felt helpless. There was absolutely no way to stop them, unless the Thought Police were to arrest him, causing him to be fired. Stuck in a

dead end when your whole life had been about making dead ends for everybody else. You chuckled to yourself for finally understanding the old saying, "The dead end you save might be

[rest of quote redacted by US government]." You pointed at the sky then gave a thumbs up. It's funny how sometimes life's loose ends get tied up in a tidy, little bow.

I don't know where to go with this. All I'm getting is an image of the Tidy Bowl Man helplessly adrift in a sea of merde he never made. What could he have done to deserve this?