Izzle! Izzle pfaff!
How Can I Put Off Helping You Today?
96 hours later, no such credit had been applied to my account. The wife was still merrily incapacitating mental patients with her new zowie-wowie Pink Floydophone, and I was still out a hundred and thirty bucks and change. Wearily, I steeled myself for another round with T-Blomie and dialed up again. “I’m interested in learning about Star-Bellied Sneetches,” I told the autoseductress before she could get much of a bot-word out. “Okay, I’ll connect you now!”
Usually I try “death to tyrants” or “my eardrums are bleeding - what should I do?” but Sneetches are good, too. I, too have a blue Motorola flip phone that seems cool unless you ever want to, you know, talk to someone with it. The Motorola V557, or as I call it, The Worst Cell Phone In The World.
