Fuck! My Baby Broke The TV!

Hey, thanks! I see a phone number in there, too - maybe I’ll give 'em a call!

Yep, MamaTiger, I’ll keep an eye on those keys!

Marlitharn somebody had this schtick about gifted toddlers, how they could program the clock to tell the right time on the VCR but would stick their toast into it anyway. It’s just urges, apparently!

When I was a young’un, I broke my parents’ TV set. They called a television repairman (this was maybe 1976 - back when there was such a thing as television repairmen) who brought us a loaner set while he was fixing the first one.

Yep, you guessed it. I smashed the loaner TV, too. I was playing with a broom, trying to balance it on the end of my hand. It fell, and - well, you get it.

A broom broke a TV? That’s either one damn strong broom or one damn weak TV!

Actually…I know someone whose cat broke their TV. The entertainment center was in front of their window and the cat jumped on the window ledge and managed to push the TV off of the entertainment center. He came home and it was face down on the floor and irrepairable.