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August 7, 2013

Trader Joe’s, circa 1877

No, sir, no hatchets. Nope, no pickaxes either.
OK, listen, people, this isn’t really that kind of place. It’s always the same complaint: "Joe, you don’t have any of the essential items that every other trading post has. Why don’t you have saddles? Or gunpowder? Or basic tools?” Because I have soy chorizo, that’s why! Because I have chocolate-covered peanut-butter-filled pretzels! Because I have parsnip chips! Try to find parsnip chips at any other trading post! Just try! McSweeney’s Internet Tendency

Posted by gerardvanderleun at August 7, 2013 8:25 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Yo no soy chorizo, soy Americano, pero no me gusta el soy americano de Starbuck's o el soy chorizo de Trader Joe's.

Posted by: JD(not the one with the picture) at August 7, 2013 7:12 PM

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