You get up to the sound of the iAlarm in great time. You look on your iCalendar and see what you got to do today, it's all there. You go downstairs have iBreakfast and instead of catching an iTaxi, you decide to walk, after all, the iSun is out, you have you're iPod with you and you know the way thanks to the iGPS navigational system. On the way to work you see something iMazing; a dogshit shaped like Jesus, so you turn your iPhone into iCamera and take an iPicture, and you upload the picture to your iMates on the iWeb. iBrilliant, you're having a great iDay so far,when suddenly, Holy Moly! What the blazes? Is that an iTerrorist? Yes, yes it is and wait, there's more, you can overhear him iPlotting to blow the iWorld up!! You scramble around, thank iGod you have you're iPhone. You can simply phone the iPolice and have them down in a jiffy to stop iTerrorists and save iWorld.
Desperately sliding your way around the iMenus you accidently click on iVideo and start iRecording instead of making that precious iCall to the iPolice. Panic sets in as the video you just made starts uploading onto iTube and then out of nowhere comes 'bleep bleep bleep'. The dreaded sound. The last drop of the freshly charged iBattery gone. It fades to iBlack. You're stuck. iTerrorists about to blow the iWorld to shit and you don't have an iPhone to tell anyone about it. You scream at the top of you're iVoice 'heeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllpppppppppp', you curse the blasted iPhone and its short iBatterylife, to eternity when iMichael,your iMate casually santers by, finally, someone who might be able to call for iHelp. But shit, he's used all his iBattery clocking up a high score on iMonkeyball. You both scream frantically and then i walk past. Perhaps salvation? it's all in my iHands...................................? No afraid not, because i don't have an iPhone or an iLife and i'm not interested in your iWorld, so quite frankly fellas iDontGiveaShit.
See you in hell.
Monday, 28 July 2008
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