I hate grocery shopping. Actually I hate any kind of shopping. I simply can’t stand the hoards of people pushing and shoving to get the last of an item of the shelf or to get a better position in the only checkout line open. I also have trouble deciding which is the best buy, twenty rolls of single ply toilet paper of ten rolls of two ply. I mean, really is there a difference? Sure, the two ply takes a little more work, because you have to separate it yourself, but it requires less storage space. So, really it is a toss up. Another thing I hate about shopping is that horrible music they insist on playing. Really. Who is the tasteless moron that picks what music should be played? I am almost positive that every store in America uses the same retard to make musical selections based on what would make there shoppers so insane that they will actually buy those stupid tabloids when they get to the cash register. Which reminds me, Did you here that Oprah is have Elvis Costello’s love child and that Ron Howard was going to make a made for T.V. special about it, featuring actual footage of the birth. It is going to be called Bitter Harvest Too.