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Wednesdays' Weirdos: Baby Monitor Vigilante Extraordinaire

My good friend's husband had his iPod stolen out of his car last week. It was not the first time this has happened to him. It wasn't the second time either. It was the third. Most rational people now say, "Why doesn't he stop leaving his iPods in the car?" This is not our Baby Monitor Vigilante's attitude though. Oh no. He has plotted an elaborate plan that involves planting baby monitors throughout the parking lot in order to catch the culprits, and I do not exaggerate (this time), kill them! He sat down and attempted to pull his wife into his contrivances. But she declined. This did not deter him however, and he plots on to this day, the deaths of the iPod thief making him this week's Wednesday Weirdo: The Baby Monitor Vigilante Estraordinaire.


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  1. meOctober 25, 2008 at 7:40 AM

    Oh, but I love him so...

    Besides, he finally gave it up. Let's never speak of it again. ;)

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  2. meNovember 15, 2008 at 3:22 PM

    Ha, birthday iPod being delivered tonight. He has started whining about it again.

    They let you engrave something on it. I was SO close to engraving "Don't leave me in the car!"

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