Overheard in Philly Selling Out

South Philly guy: "Yo! I heard that Overheard in Philly site is for sale on eBay!"

Northeast chick: "That site is beauty-full. Is he selling the domain name too?"

West Philly Anarchist: "Yeah, the pig is selling out. The overheardinphilly.com domain name, the blog, all the old posts, the future blogads revenues... Oh, even the myspace page."

Wharton MBA student: "You know Overheard in New York was started by a Penn grad? Their premium ads sell for $1,250 per week! And they're always full. I've run the numbers and right now, Overheard in New York has 4 ads running, totalling $2,800 a week in net ad revenues. That's over $145k per year -- about what my starting salary will be! Whoever buys this Philadelphia site needs to leverage their investment by fully capitalizing the brand via viral marketing techniques. Philly's not New York, but there's no reason we can't drive traffic to this site and make it THE ad buy for advertisers looking to reach the hip, disaffected, urban, post-ironic demographic."

Overheard in Philly founder: "Yeah, guys, I know. I just don't have the time & energy to keep this thing going. Someone else can do a better job. The site gets a ton of hits, especially when I actually find time to keep it updated. Hey, Neil Gaiman just linked to it. I think he's a big Sci-Fi writer or comic book guy or something. And I've had some ad buys at $70 a month. With a little effort in promoting this thing, someone could definitely make a little money from this site. The opening bid is only $99 which includes the domain name. I just spent a ton of time reformatting the site in the new Blogger 2 format which is a lot easier to use. Give it a shot. I'll help you get started if you need it -- but if you've used blogger it'll be a cinch -- and even if you haven't this thing pretty much runs itself."

Quality Parenting Explains Consequences Of Actions

An obviously white trash, obese woman comes into the coffee shop, several young children in tow. They immediately scatter throughout the shop, climbing onto and underneath tables, while their mother gets in line. One of her daughters, about 10 yrs old, sits at a table, flicking a lighter.

White Trash Mom: "Sharlene! Don't you be playing with that lighter, now! You remember that last time you was playing with fire and you had to wear that weave cause it wouldn't grow back!!"

Starbuck's on 4th and South
Overheard by Anonymous