And the heat was coming out weird. So I looked in the local telephone directory for someone that could help. I found a listing for a ventriloquist. I called and explained the situation. He hung up on me. He must only work on in the house vents.
This is a true story.
House vent, as seen on the ceiling of my TV room.
In other news, the odometer on my camera rolled over.
Picture 9999 was of my in my new custom made plain white v-neck t-shirt prototype.
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