What the hell. I ben havin N usin my cell tele-fon jes
fine. My PO saw his sonny-boy with a new phone niser than
the PO's fon. So what the hell did he do? What eny red
blooded PO would do, Big Man of authority, keeper of the
funds, hot shot man 'bout town. What did he do? He went
missing and ended up at the Cingular spot and got his-self
a new fon, jes like baby-boy has. Then - to jus-t-fy his
reckless spendin (cause baby boy is Rich and Daddy is not,
he is poor cause he puts all his money N-2 baby-boy's water
trailer business) the PO gives me, YO MAMA, that ole fon
of hissin, he tells them fon store folks to delete my Good
Fon that works in Sweetwater and n-stead connect my number
up to his old discarded piece of junk. So now I can't call
or talk to N-E body from Sweetwater cause I got this piece
of junk and I'm pissed! To top it all off, he didn't have
no book 2 tell me how this piece of junk works and the fon
company ain't got one 4-me either. So then he found the
N-struct-shun book and I started readin it and when I got
to page 3 it tole me how 2 dial and I did and the happy
cheerful voise tole me my fon ain't workin and to call 611
and N-stead I went cross the city N the summer heat and
spended 1 and 1/2 hours with a neanderthal gittin my fon
where it will call out. And vibrate. And ring LOUD and I
damn sure got all the old #s taken out and it B all blank
now like a brand new old phone.
So what do you think 'bout that? Yo Mama wants to no.
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Mama, I just don't understand your PO. How can you buy a new fishin' boat every six months and be so cheap on other stuff? It is a mystery to me.
Perhaps the springy-in-the-carmex and the vibrating phone are just two pieces of a larger puzzle...
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