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The Talk To Text feature is stuck on. Aww CRAP! Come on you piece of junk, stop, Stop, STOP! Aww.. ! Oh, hey Bob. How are you doing today? I am fine how are you? Oh, I was fine until my talk to text feature broke. It is recording everything it hears. Really, Jamie? Let me take a look at it for you. Oh no you don't, Bob! I am waay better with such things, you broke my last phone, remember? Well, it couldn't hurt for me to take a look at it... No. Really it will be fine... No. Duder, it's just a... No. Why are you being so hard headed? Hey, look Bob! I fixed it. Oh, really? Yes. Did you really? Yes. Let me see. No. Yes. No, Bob. Go to work. My work is hell. Yes Bob. Go there. I am telling you, I fixed the piece of... Oh, hey Mom. However is it that you do? Is something wrong with your phone, Son? Not anymore, I fixed it. Well, he says he fixed it. But... No buts, Bob. Go to work. Let me see your phone, Son. No, Mom. Yes, let me see if I can fix it. No. I have been working on electronics since I was 8 years old. There's no way you can fix this ****** pho...
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
My Phone Was Broken
The Talk To Text feature is stuck on. Aww CRAP! Come on you piece of junk, stop, Stop, STOP! Aww.. ! Oh, hey Bob. How are you doing today? I am fine how are you? Oh, I was fine until my talk to text feature broke. It is recording everything it hears. Really, Jamie? Let me take a look at it for you. Oh no you don't, Bob! I am waay better with such things, you broke my last phone, remember? Well, it couldn't hurt for me to take a look at it... No. Really it will be fine... No. Duder, it's just a... No. Why are you being so hard headed? Hey, look Bob! I fixed it. Oh, really? Yes. Did you really? Yes. Let me see. No. Yes. No, Bob. Go to work. My work is hell. Yes Bob. Go there. I am telling you, I fixed the piece of... Oh, hey Mom. However is it that you do? Is something wrong with your phone, Son? Not anymore, I fixed it. Well, he says he fixed it. But... No buts, Bob. Go to work. Let me see your phone, Son. No, Mom. Yes, let me see if I can fix it. No. I have been working on electronics since I was 8 years old. There's no way you can fix this ****** pho...
Thanks Mother :)
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
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