Karen may have other ideas in mind but I’m pretty sure she’ll appreciate the Slicer by Ice Meister as her going away gift.

It’s a summer sled. With ice on the bottom.

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One of my primary missions in life is adding to Karen’s umbrella collection. So, naturally, when I saw this winner I instantly thought of her.

But then I realized there were so many other ridiculously awesome things that SkyMall had to offer. I asked Jasper if he would be interested in the Observation Dome but he politely passed. Nothing to see in the neighbors’ yards apparently.

via notcot I should probably mention that I’m wearing #4 on the list as I write this…

So I sent Karen a link about catfish walking around the streets of Pinellas Park, Florida. A little creepy. Perhaps a tad bizarre.

Then she sent me this:

And now I know we’re all going to die at the hands of snakefish. They’re INVASIVE people! They like the taste of HUMAN FLESH!

Thankfully, I wasn’t yet aware of our fate when I was out on the open water last night. You just know something nasty like that lives in the East River.

Jasper’s been asking for one of these for a while now.

Maybe what he needs is his own Amex card. Don’t think I wouldn’t do it.

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She’s always digging up real winners like the group of high school girls that thought it would be a swell idea to get pregnant and raise their kids together. Forget the fact that they are in high school. And clearly idiots. I mean that’s just disturbing. Even more disturbing that one of them slept with a homeless guy in order to get pregnant.

No one stopped to think maybe it would be a lot of responsibility? Or that they would have a devil of time finding prom dresses? Or that maybe, just maybe, kids are gross and sticky and something left to when you’re no longer a kid yourself?

So I can watch Ellen.

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Karen’s right. This girl is seriously awesome.

Karen has just has just alerted me to the latest encroachment of uncool to our beloved borough. Seriously?

It’s important to me that my friends feel the wrath of my judgment on a regular basis. After all, I am the Bringer of Cool. Cough. Cough.

Add this to the list of reasons why I need to stop reading Karen’s blog at work. Or at least bring a change of pants for when I pee myself.