So, ok, some may think this somewhat premature, considering that we only moved into the new flat of amazingness a month ago, but to be honest I don’t really care, because NO ONE CAN TAKE MY DSTV AWAY FROM ME.
Its been a bit of an uphill battle for paul to convince me to get the fabled decoder, the one which streams endless hours of entertaining brain junk right into your living room, but now I am addicted. In the last two days (count em: two) I have watched probably over a hundred hours of crap. It doesn’t matter that two days is less than a hundred hours. Im that good. I have perfected the art of swiss rolling myself in a blanket and bleating for chocolate in such a persuasive tone that Paul is compelled to leave the flat and risk life and sanity to get me speckled eggs. I can change channels with my mind.
Of course between all this latent talent finding is the one inescapable irony: since getting DsTv, SABC’s 1, 2 and 3 have had the best things to watch.
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DSTV rocks the party that rocks the body. See i told you! ha! and i was right about the lving with boyfriend thing too.
Bet you and paul have turned into matthew and i now.
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