Friday, March 13, 2009

Dear Mr. Jobs

Stop having ideas. I'm already tired of knowing that one of your creations can easily slip into a manilla folder or that I can shake the gadget to change a song.

Give me an mp3 that can roll cigarettes, order me a sandwich or take me back in time so I can unsee that picture of the naked ex-member of Operator Please.

Use that god damn silver fox haired head of yours.

2 comments:

Me said...

.. so I can unsee that picture of the naked ex-member of Operator Please.

lolwut!

Google search.....OH FUCK NO! WHY! THAT! NOOO!

Oh, God! WHY!

Tine said...

God, it's 9000 different kinds of wrong.