Despite the snowstorm we had on the east coast, Ms. Snell still managed to get a new sign up just in time for Monday morning. Sure, the weekend weather prevented her from switching them out on Saturday and Sunday (thus fucking up my series in the process), but no matter. She redeemed herself, and came back strong at that.
Karen’s yard. Walnut Street, Harrisburg. 7:18 AM. December 21, 2009.
Holiday cheer? No, not really. Further proof that she’s a right-wing lunatic? Absolutely.
Look, it’s not my place to tell the rest of you how to live your lives, but do you not realize what you’re missing by living anywhere other than Harrisburg, PA? I mean, to think this could be part of your morning commute, yet you choose to live elsewhere is crazy talk in my book.
(On a side note, if you have any fruitcakes like this in your own hometown who you’d like to recognize for being, well, “good samaritans,” by all means send me the pictures or post them in the comments section.)
Until tomorrow, have at it, you vultures!