.
6/27/12 6:14AM
Unexpected windfalls awaken the cynic in me. Especially, as in the case of Mrs. Karen H. Klein, the now famously abused bus monitor, when said windfall comes via interweb pathos. Even if she’d only stumbled on a couple grand, a local station would have a feel-good story to sandwich between news of heinous crimes and falling stock prices. When she’s, instead, about to pocket upwards of a cool half million, the business-savvy and morally-unsavvy are essentially required to take notice, and future charitable efforts with similar smell acquire a burden of proof.
The muumuu is a tribute to the Simpsons, without which, I may never have known the name of such a wondrous piece of obese-friendly attire.
-Jesse
Let’s?
No. Lets. It’s a reference to Karen Kelin’s Indiegogo page, which incorrectly uses “lets.”
A simple (sic) would have sufficed.
Damn it! WHERE DO I DONATE? Poor Rufus, he doesn’t deserve this!
You still owe me 10 Iroquois Twists!
Dude, this stuff works…$675K?!?
There’s a guy in Sydney(?) I think that is pretty much the same. He’s got cameras setup all over his house, his yard, pointing down the street and setup to spy on the neighbours. All the neighbours hate him because he stares at everything they do and records everything they do 24/7. He claims they are all racists because he’s Indian and they’re typical white inbred Aussies.
He also vacuums the grass on his lawn and has massive ugly concrete statues of lions etc. The joys of suburbia.
I think every neighborhood has its fair share of crazies.