Cell Phonies

Okay…

Everybody sit back, take a deep breath, and take hold of something firmly imbedded into the terra firma around you; as the ‘Rabbitman has yet one more pet peeve to get off his chest!

Now, it’s already an established fact that I feel that cellular phones themselves are the very tools of Satan, but furthermore, I will now state here for the record that perhaps it’s not the actual cell phones themselves that are so evil and stupid, but instead the complete and utter fucknuts that depend on and use them!

Don’t you love when some idiot calls you from a moving subway, so that on your end at home, the reception sounds like an atomic blast going off in the distance, and they have the Gaul to ask YOU to talk louder and more clearly so that they can hear!

Huh?

Hey dipshit, here’s a newsflash for you: YOU CALLED ME, ASSHOLE!

Perhaps maybe, you could just think enough of me to call at a more appropriate time when things will be a little more relaxed for you and inductive of effective communication between us, as opposed to waiting until you are out on the street, in your car, on the bus, or otherwise occupied with about a zillion other activities that only serve to distract YOUR attention from ME…fuckhead!

And since I’m off and running here already, jerkwad; how dare you imply that *I* could be doing something more to make our shit-ass conversation more easy for you! Lets get one thing straight, I talk at normal acceptable volumes and paces, and I’m not altering anything from this set code of polite conduct to accommodate your stupid ass!

Fuck off and call back later when your phone reception doesn't suck ass!

Dumbass.