onsdag, januari 03, 2007

Connecting people

"So the phone rings again, and again and again. Nobody ever picks up at our place until the neighbours start shouting from the other side of the paper thin wall that they hate us and would do just about anything to destroy us, everybody related to us (presumably the people phoning us) including the fleas on our cat, and then set the house on fire laughing out loud while watching the detested phone vanish and be deported nine stories below. I love our phone. I just love it. I love the voices in there."

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