Rocks aren't metals, Dorkus!

Ohh the things you hear at wal-mart... so after a splendid Office wedding, we decided to make a Wal-Mart run. Sassy rebes got some $5 sweats earlier that week and so of course we all wanted some (funnily enough, only one of us came home with sweats). Needless to say, any 11pm wal-mart trip is guaranteed to be a little sketch and full of outrageousness. After debating about what color/size combos of sweats to get, we scattered to get some essentials (milk, toothpaste, paper towels, soap). Luckily, one savvy wal-mart shopper amongst the group found some beautiful fall flannel. So of course we all had to try 'em on. Katie wanted to wear her flannel out of the store. She did. (cashier had to pull off her UPC scanner business). Then, as we're leaving the store, we overhear one townie correcting another:

"Rocks aren't metals, Dorkus!"

thanks for that insight gentlemen.