For the sake of those with Asperger's and Autism.
For the sake of those animals who rely upon echolocation.
For the sake of mankind's reliance upon mechanosensation.
For the sake of all that is sensate.
For the sake of my sanity, I implore you Billy, please stop shouting, as the pitch of your voice makes me want to hit myself in the face with a frying pan.
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My name is Barry, and I approve of this message.
I'm taking up a collection to give Billy an OxiClean enema with a firehose.
Marvin: I'm in.
That's odd. I find his voice very calming. It's as if some genius micro-surgeon figured out a way to shrink down and implant Kenny G's saxophone directly atop of Billy's vocal chords.
When he hits those high notes while exclamating a particularly salient selling point, I swoon.
(my word verification was "spital")
TV pitchman Billy Mays found dead at Florida home.
No more shouting or frying pan face hitting.
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