I don’t want no twitter tweeters, no fucking games, fucking photoshop. It’s like what the fuck? Can’t I get a fucking dial phone cell phone? Great. Now it’s fucking snowing.
My father
I just spent the last thirty minutes walking my Dad through ordering something for Nicole online. Towards the end he was frustrated with the internet which led him to rant about other technologies and how he can’t find a simple cell phone to buy. I was crying of laughter. This man taught me everything I know about cussing and ranting.
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