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Out of Order

I do not like your mobile phone I do not like its ringing tone I do not like it here nor there I do not like it any where I do not like it on a plane nor when I’m on a crowded train not in a bus not in a car not even in a crowded bar I do not want to hear it ping or even worse Madonna sing I do not like the sound of pop enough no more it has to stop so let me make this very clear your phone I do not want to hear and should it ever start to ring I’ll come and smash the wretched thing                     ~
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Jan 5, 2011
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