Liar. If you really hated cell phones you wouldn't have one like me.
Liar, liar. Pants on fire.
I keep my cell phone on the little desk in the hallway where the phone used to be. I never take it with me (unless road trip) no matter where I go. This fucking thing doesn't ring. It makes some kind of musical notes when someone calls me. When I pick it up to call for a pizza or something, I see a live action camera of my own stupid face staring back at myself. This is not a fucking telephone. It's a surveillance device.
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