jsspong
Greenlighter
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have a sober friend,who knows,to talk to you on the phone about the people who talk
out of your toilet bowl ,they are actually ok.
...(not to forget,you will get to hear some nice talk out of the bowl)
Wow! After 16 days sleepless days and nights on pv (not so much as a nap), my toilet began to channel Amos and Andy re-runs. It was scary at first, but I moved an electric teakettle and large comfortable chair into my bathroom so I wouldn't miss anything. Good thing, because I forgot to pay the cable bill and it was disconnected, yet the episodes continued. I transcribed some of the episodes in braille, and sent the transcripts to my pv vendor in a vain attempt to get a discount on my next shipment - I figured I had found a second-line revenue generator that they could use, and instead of getting commission payments, I'd just get PV in exchange for my ongoing exemplary work. At the time, I was using tin-foil and sewing needles for the transcriptions. Turns out that by the time I had put the braille transcripts in a large manilla envelope, and it had made it through the machinery of overseas logistics/air mail, the little holes so painstakingly made were gone, flat, caput. just a few random bumps on the tinfoil. I received a letter back in Mandarin, which I had to pay a guy to translate. It basically told me to fuck off and that even if the braille had made it through, there were a scant few of their customers that were either blind or otherwise collectors of eclectic braille memorabilia. I heard those devastating words read to me in a nauseating Chinglish accent on the 2nd day after my pv supply had run out. You can imagine my disappointment.