It doesn't matter who you are.  Every week or so you must haul your ass to a supermarket to get your short-term supply of food.  And all too often you are joined by dozens if not hundreds if not way too goddamn many 1-5 year old dipshits who scream and shriek and squeal for no good reason.  I assume all readers out there know what I am talking about.  If you don't then youre either deaf or some sick evil twisted jack-off who loves kids.  If you are the latter, I still love you......provided you let me shove a tire iron up your ass!   I mean, how can parents or ANYBODY put up with screaming from some cluck for ANY amount of time?  I guess the answer to that question lies in the dumb-ass minds of parents who go grocery shopping with their whiny pre-school hell raisiers at none-other than Winco Foods in Tigard, OR.  It's become so noisy and wild in there that it reminds me of a Chuck E. Cheese joint.  But yet it is a Winco Fooods establishment.  So, thus, the nickname I have developed for it is................."Stupid-ass hellhole where dumb-ass clucks like to scream their dumb asses off and where the equally dumb-ass parents don't give a quarter or half or a whole of a freaking shit!".   But that's kind of a mouthful to say, so I'm just gonna cross Chuck E. Cheese's and Winco to end up with (DRUMROLL) Chuck E. Winco's.  You think Chuck E. Cheese is bad?  Just go to this GROCERY STORE of all friggin' places!  I just love irony.  But I would love the concept of irony so more if it involved sticking one of those screaming pre-5 year old's balls into a paper shredder.  Now, as for the brave and much smarter few who keep their damn mouths shut when their strapped into the cart for a trip around Chuck E. Winco's, they will have the pleasure of knowing that they'll not be the target of my violent sadistic fantasies which I share here in my blogs on RS.  The same goes for their parents.   I'm starting to think people get laid too damn much by their spouses.  Why?  Because individuals seem to be having zillions of kids nowadays which they subsequently bring with them to Chuck E. Winco's all the freaking time!  Hey, I don't give a flying fudge if your wife is Danica Patrick for god's sake!  Either stop over-screwing your wives, or do something else besides take your jack-off kids to the grocery store on a Sunday!  I hope all of you have taken some positive ideas from this latest blog of mine.  Especially those of you with or expecting a whining screaming bundle of anything BUT joy.  All of you who just read this and fit that description in the last sentence are probably on your way to kick me in the nuts now, so I better wrap this blog up and head for a safe place!  But one place I'll avoid for sure is the noisy, annoying, chaotic, absolutely positively screaming kid friendly.................CHUCK E. WINCO'S! XP