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I love my blackberry so shut up about your damn iphone

I know that an iphone can 

tell the future as well as time

I know the iphone is the zenith

of all that is good in the world

I know that when you buy an iphone

your dick automatically doubles in size

I know that an iphone is more desirable

than most women and most men



But I say....



Fuck you iphone,

I love my blackberry

Because it makes me 

feel needlessly important

AND business ladylike casual

And I am wholly satisfied

hearing the click of the buttons

It makes our relationship better

And our sex life thrice as nice

So when I send a text

it's not just a Sup


It's a Sup from my BLACKBERRY.

Probably sent to an iphone.  



Who wants to buy me an iphone?

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