All I want for Christmas
are my shocker gloves,
my shocker gloves,
see my two shocker gloves!
Gee, if I could only
have my shocker gloves,
then I could wish you
“Merry Christmas.”
I know Sprint gets a bad rap sometimes, but I’ve had pretty good service since I became a customer.
Case in point – my cell phone quit working this morning, so I went the repair center after work. Okay, I had to wait two hours, but the free upgrade and getting my contacts transferred made it well worth the wait.
In fact, you can have a pretty good time waiting around in a cell phone store.
First, you can talk with the other customers. Tonight I was approached by a woman who asked, “What wrong wit’ yo phone?”
“It won’t turn on,” I replied.
“Did you try resettin’ it?”
“What are you – Bill Gates?”
“Nah, I used to work fo Sprint.”
I just smiled and walked away. But that gurl be trippin’.
Another fun activity is sending text messages to numbers left in the display phones. Tonight I exchanged a few messages with one of those numbers.
Homo.
Who dis?
Homo.
Wht? I dnt kno who dis is. Who is u?
Good luck getting your GED.
Tel me whu u r. I dont kno u. but whateva. The Beast.
Check out summerofbenny.com tomorrow, homo.
Bucket of Shit NSFW
Burkha Barbie – something tells me there’s a Taliban Ken waiting to whoop her ass for going to school.
- Mike Tyson’s Greatest Interviews. NSFW
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy? We call it Riding the Gravy Train.
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December 11th, 2009 at 7:19 am
You told a story of your cell phone was not working then you gone in service center and all, Then why broo why did you gave the title of have a cigar,,,! It is big question mark for me
December 11th, 2009 at 8:33 pm
Hey Steve,
I’m guessing by your URL that you’re in the cigar business. Sorry if my post title brought you to my website by mistake.
I chose the title that day for two reasons:
1. I heard the song by Pink Floyd earlier in the day
- and -
2. The picture of the Shocker gloves reminded me of a story from the Clinton era. It involved a cigar – and an intern.
Anyway, I hope you’re not too mad. Just be glad you don’t sell mattresses. You’d find yourself all over the SOB.
Peace.