I do not like that silly apple phone of mine. No, no, no! I do not like it and I never should have gotten it at the mall!
Not at morning, noon, or night. I do not like this apple phone at all.
When you first turn it on, out jumps a worm to my surprise making me think it's some guy trying to say 'hi, what's your name? '
Instead you hear a cute little girl saying 'Hi Lily, is it alright if I call you that? ' And I say 'yes, my new bestie' thinking friends forever we shall be.
All nice and warm is that new voice when you first find the right apple that special day, but like girls pants & photoshop you soon find out it's just a sales gimmick.
Then you realize it's a trick for her to pretend she's your friend. That voice you adored becomes just snobbish and mean telling the whole world just how wrong you really are.
And she knows what you think you mean all the time, better than you because she's a machine! I bet there is an app on the surface to fix that.
NO, NO, NO, I do not like this new apple phone, can I get a banana instead of this stupid smart phone PLEASE! ? ! ?
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