It was a cold winter night at Walmart, Brian and Obama were both there.
Looking like men.
Brian's worked at Walmart since he was born. Speaking of birth, Brian was born in the women's washroom and was left there to die. Until a walmart employee named Trish came to take her gut turning morning shit and found him.
Trish took him under her wing and raised him. They live together at Walmart and worked there.
"Brian, this is Obama! You need to train him to work the till."
"Trish, you dirty slag. Why can't you do it? I'm busy!"
Said Brian while clipping his freshly painted toe nails. They were a nice shade of pink.
"Because I NEED to shit! Now take care of him or I'll beat you almost to death like last time."
Brian sighed, looked up and locked eyes with Obama. Brian was stunned by his looks. Obama was sexy, tall, dark and had some sick cheekbones.
Obama stuck out his hand and sexily shook Brian's hand.
"My names Obama. But my homies call me vitamin O. I hope to see a lot of you."
"N-Nice to m-meet you. My names brain..I mean b-BRIAN! But my friends call me a loser."
"Cute."
Obama winked and strutted away to his till. Brian followed closely behind.
"Okay so, all you gotta do is..press this button and pocket the money. That's all, think you can handle it?"
Obama smiled, gave brian a nod and waited for his first costumer.
Five minutes later, a tall evny adams looking bitch came up to the till.
She was buying condoms, three nickleback albums, ropes, and bleach
Obama scanned her items and put them in a grey Walmart bag and said;
"Have a nice day, ma'am!"
The girl smiled and gave Obama one of her flashy business cards.
She owned a club and only served blue COCKtails.
After their shifts ended OBAMA invited BRIAN out to check out the club.
//TUNE IN NEXT TIME
