I'm worried about David. Did you ever have that kid in your class whose parents thought it would be a really great idea to not own a television? Then whenever it was time to watch a video in school or if that girl came over to your house to play, all she did was stare at the screen like a zombie, complete with drool and spinning eyes until someone turned the TV off?
Our new flat has a TV, and I'm now concerned about David's graduation.
He was only in the flat for two days by himself before I came home for the tour. By the time we watched an episode of "Murder, She Wrote," David was singing along to the commercials.
Six months without a television, followed by a flat-screen = zombie eyes.
Oh, and, yes, the TV License is paid.
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