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manatee I’m a big fan of Target. They’ve successfully convinced budget conscious but still stylish MILFS that their store’s Chinese-made crap is better than everyone else’s, and these aging beauties flock there in droves.

I don’t know what it is, but I love the sight of saggy, freckled cleavage that’s squeezed and pressed forward in the latest top. The scent of desperation caused by their rapidly fleeing youth is like a sweet perfume that permeates the entire store, and it’s like an aphrodisiac for me.

That’s why I have no sympathy for all the fat women who are complaining that Target labeled the plus-sized version of one of their dresses as “Manatee Gray” while calling the standard size of the same dress “Dark Heather Gray.”

Don’t get me wrong, I love fat chicks, but not at Target. Walmart is your natural habitat, and that’s where you belong. Target is trying to tell you that without hurting your fat little feelings.

I’m sure Target reps have come up with some BS excuse that this difference in names was just an unfortunate oversight, but you and I know the real truth. Target’s strength is their brand, and they don’t want a bunch of sweaty, pre-diabetic sea-cows fucking it up.