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I think listening to the Telephone Callers is like swallowing sewing needles, or sitting next to the kid who smelled like urine all through the 4th grade. I once walked into the bathroom and saw him and a special-ed kid shitting into a urinal. Later that year some kids claimed that there was a crab living in that urinal, but I guess it was just rubber bands and a paper clip. Now he's a jesus freak and lives in the UP, but the needles are still in there somewhere.

Yes i've found it's the only thing that can keep me focused 100 percent. I get to scattered otherwise.