Aka gift store, gift shop. Coined because it separates a man from his money.
When travelling I always stop at the local separator store to pick up souvenirs for my kids.
A fragile, oxygen thieving, non-threatening fairy cornball with a greasy fringe that reeks of Autism, licks radiators to see if they’re on then smears a Mars bar all over it just so he can eat it off and walks like there’s no gravity, stuttering his way through life, fucking up absolutely everything. Spends all of his time under his scouse girlfriends thumb and has an ass that’s been rogered off her more times than a coppers walkie-talkie.
Person 1: Morning, Brandon.
Person 2: I erm, I mean, erm, well, the thing is, I D-D-D-D-D-D… I’m Brandon, Stores Admin. What’s your favourite colour?
Person 1: Okay, Brandon.
A subgenre of film with a large variety of visuals and stories.
Wes Anderson makes the best Department Store Dramas.
A place run by the state government where ethyl alcohol is sold.
I’m heading to the ABC Store to get some booze.
A very high store that has very good pizza.
The Echo Store has very good breakfast
Where your father said he went
My dad said he went to the store to get some milk, but he never came back
When your feet are so dirty you resemble a drunken barefoot transient that hangs outside the liquor store.
Ewww! You have fucking liquor store feet! Go shower bitch!