Poor South Haven and Kalamazoo-ites. All you wanted to do was go about your day, enjoying your vacation or running your errands without having a perky lime green sweatered faux-blonde stick a microphone in your face and ask you ridiculous questions and try to make you react for the camera.
I do apologize; but a girl's got to make a living.
Day seven. TRAGEDY STRIKES.
7 hours ago