all these negative reviews must be from people who've never used one.
I think its the greatest device ever made.
I surf, text, call, take pictures, etc. etc.
my ONLY complaint is that if you're not on a wifi (the phone auto detects them and uses them where available) its a little slow to surf.
other than that, every adult internet user should own one. it does it all.
oh, I hear they are completely sold out across the US atm
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The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i
begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from
Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen
year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteena Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is
nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
all these negative reviews must be from people who've never used one.
I think its the greatest device ever made.
I surf, text, call, take pictures, etc. etc.
my ONLY complaint is that if you're not on a wifi (the phone auto detects them and uses them where available) its a little slow to surf.
other than that, every adult internet user should own one. it does it all.
oh, I hear they are completely sold out across the US atm
well thats a relief. I was considering offering one as a prize but then the office sent me this of many threads
your comments show that the majority of the negativity was wrong. back to the drawing board
I think a lot of the negativity online is sour grapes. (gee, first time we've seen sour grapes on the net about anything)
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The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i
begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from
Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen
year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteena Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is
nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
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