But trust me, if you're smart enough to not flee the vacuum cleaner or eat gravel-covered turds out of the kitty litter box, you're going to want to steer the hell clear of "Freddy Got Fingered."
Just got done doing some troubleshooting here with a guy at work to fix a customer's dial up. After troubleshooting it most of the day we were able to determine that there is a really weird problem going on, most likely with his individual machine. It was brought up that an employee might have to go to the place of business of the customer and troubleshoot it in person. The customer then mentioned that he worked at an adult bookstore. At which time I promptly offered to be the person to drive out there.