i don;’t have a phone. so you have to e-mail me instead. what the fuck, i was in brooklyn, that’s all. i don’t even know how to deal with this. How do I tell Apple, is there a my-iphone-has-been-stolen form that I can fill out? they say you have to cancel your service so the predators aren’t allowed access to make calls to…St. Tropez, or whatever. How do I do that without a phone?
Have you seen my phone? It’s a 3G iPhone with a hard, white, incase case. my wallpaper is a picture of my cat, sleeping. he’s grey. I think I took a cab back to my place, in fact, I totally did. Mr. Cab Driver was nice. I didn’t leave anything in his car, I checked.
Where the fuck is it? Just give it to me already! You’re not innarested in my apps anyway, iPhone snatcher. Oh, and I have a password, so good luck making drug dealing calls to Nigeria or whatever. I hate you, iPhone jacker. I hope you get your balls/boobs cut off, somehow, and rot in hell afterwards, you heartless prick/bitch. Go die in hell.
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