I think we’re supposed to be getting one of those Menards hardware stores near us. This makes me anxious – but not in a good way.
Some of you hate the word “moist” and others of you cringe at the word “poop”; neither of those bother me. For me, it’s the name Menards that makes me bristle.
Try as I might, every time I hear that word, I think of a crude Irishman scratching himself and mumbling, “Menards itch.” Gross. I wonder if there’s a store in Ireland called Mynads and an Irishman over there who bristles when someone says that name because it sounds like something that a crude American might say?
Well, ain’t that a kick in the nards?
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