Last Friday, on an overnight, the girl I stay with -- the one featured in the post "I don't want your X-K for now" -- called me downstairs because she had "broken the TV." I worried that she had thrown the remote at it in frustration, loosening a cable connection or finally shattering the CRT screen.
What she had actually done was to press the button bringing her to pay-per-view, then hit "OK," resulting in a charge of $12 and explicit lesbian porn showing up on her television.
It took about five minutes for me to figure out how to turn it off while she waited in the kitchen, during which time many of my secret questions about lesbian sexuality were answered.
As for the girl, who was penitent and somewhat traumatized, I trust she will avoid pressing unfamiliar buttons in the future.
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2 comments:
i'm laughing kind of hard.
me too!
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