After a recent shopping trip I’m convinced the devil lives in Target.

How couldn’t she? Target is the perfect place for the devil to recruit lost bargain shopping souls and their husbands willing to do anything to get out the door.

The isles are arranged in such a manner that only makes sense to women (an oxymoron I know) and easily confuses the logical, methodical thinkers of our time, namely me.

The Target Logo represents the three inner rings of hell where men would happily spend eternity should they never have to darken the doorway of hell on earth.

I present to you, the agent bedhead lurkers, the conclusive facts that make Target a wholly owned devishous Enterprise.

Update: This post may seem a bit more discombobulated, disheveled and incoherent than normal. There’s good reason for that. I’ve seen, evil, nay, I’ve stared evil in the eye and barely lived to tell about it.