Yes. Crazy, weird and, oftentimes, preposterous things happen in Manhattan’s favorite, neighboring borough. Desperate housewives cook the kids’ burgers to well-done deliciousness. Pro bowlers wash up on the shore of the East River. Zany folks walk their cats on leashes. My new, ongoing series entitle Calamitous Brooklyn discovers and documents much of this BK kookiness. Below are a couple of examples to wet your whistle, so to speak.