Karma Kursers
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Look, some thug smashes your car window in, the car your dying grandma willed you, fighting to stay alive long enough to see you come back from Iraq & smile at her magnanimity & he jacked your vintage CD collection, the only collection in existence with blah blah blah & what do you curse this miserable scofflaw with? Karma. Karma's gonna get you, man! Karma's gonna be a bummer! Karma. Karma is magic. Karma is not reality-based. Karma is weak assed. How about wishing a frozen chunk of blue toilet waste from an Alaska 737 cruising at 38k feet augers him 3 feet into the asphalt? Please, don't be pulling out your pink & green squirtgun full of sugary karma water next time some dirtbag burgles your shit. Call in a squadron of B-52s, Sarah Palins & brain eating Zombies. He stole your prosthetic legs! And ... just a hint? ... take your shit in at night.
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