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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

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          • October 17, 2010 1:17 pm
            Our threesomes were not yer run of the mill threesomes. My partner had to hear the commingled sounds of papers being ripped in half and Donald Ducks voice, or they simply could not stay sexually aroused. We quickly grew tired of recordings so we hired the best sound artists money could buy. Then every year we would try out the newest batch of award winning sound editors and foley artists.  Thats how I met Karl. His paper ripping was good, but it was his Donald Duck… his Donald Duck sounds ruined me and eventually ruined my marriage.

            Our threesomes were not yer run of the mill threesomes.

            My partner had to hear the commingled sounds of papers being ripped in half and Donald Ducks voice, or they simply could not stay sexually aroused. We quickly grew tired of recordings so we hired the best sound artists money could buy. Then every year we would try out the newest batch of award winning sound editors and foley artists.

             Thats how I met Karl. His paper ripping was good, but it was his Donald Duck… his Donald Duck sounds ruined me and eventually ruined my marriage.

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