Fucking fuck. I hate fucking companies. Sprint for example. Great phones, great coverage, speedy customer service. But for fucks sake you cunt stains, SEND ME A DAMNED RETURN KIT. I don't want your stupid Blackberry Curve with no picture messaging. I need to send and receive photos 24/7. End of story. I don't want your gay phone for business men in the Orient who need to keep track of their hookers and 4 wives! The phone is brand new asshats, don't you want it back? UH DUH. So send the return envelope to the right address. You know, the people on the line are quite nice to me, and I'm quite nice to them. But I don't want to have to release the whoopass. I'm scary. I'm small, but I'm scrappy damnit. And I have got the Italian temper. I'm not going to pay $500 for a phone that is sitting in it's box on the shelf, when I've got my touch screen Centro. Dealsies?
And for the record, I've called 7 times. 7 times.
Either you are running some sort of scam, or someone must really want to piss me off. Between my sister, dad and me....we will chew your ass out until it is so raw you will be pleading for mercy to go get some neosporin. Don't fuck with me. Don't fuck with my family. And don't fuck with our phones. You don't even know.
Suck my dick.
