It seems Christine started a trend on the web and now people are writing about their relationship with there cell phone all over that place, at first she was offended but then she realized that plagiary is the best compliment… or something like that so in the hopes that I’m paying her a compliment I’m going to write about my experience with my trashy little cell phone and hopefully plagiarize a little bit in the process.
Unlike Christine, I have never gotten along with my cell phone, it is has been rocky from the beginning, I somehow knew when I picked her up on the corner of Crenshaw and Compton Blvd, (a place where white people should never venture) that she was going to end up being a trick whore with a crack addiction but I like my toys and I like my toys hack, crack and tricked out.. So I couldn’t resist. Needless to say she has been flakey pain in the ass from the second I laid eyes on her.. Not to say that she doesn’t have a banging body or great qualities… It’s just that we have a complete lack of communication on so many levels.
She also has serious fucking jealousy issues.. The second I dial or answer a phone call that happens to be a woman.. She starts acting up.. It doesn’t matter if it the woman is my mother, Christine or one of the girls I meant at the local strip bar.. She will suddenly just interrupt us and when I look down at her she is glowing as to say.. “Pay attention to me Chris…” at that point I tend to inflict pain on her.. I’m starting to think she likes pain.. I mean I don’t like being abusive.. But I find myself lashing out at her all the time.. Throwing her to the ground and kicking her needlessly… it doesn’t help the situation.. but I guess it makes me feel better.. altho it is a very unhealthy cycle.. at least for her.
I don’t know where this relationship is headed.. Really I’m not very committed to her at all.. But hey she has nobody to blame but herself right?? Right??? Well either way.. After she see’s this post.. I doubt I’ll be able to make a phone call to anyone without her giving me some type of static.
While Christopher would like you to think that the girls he meets in strip clubs actually do call him or give him their real numbers, the truth is… the only women he talks to on the phone is his mother, me, and the female 411 operator who he calls when he gets lost and needs an address. And yes, despite the fact he sometimes blames it on my cell phone… his phone certainly lives up to her reputation of being a trick whore. I had no idea he got her in the ‘hood… I figured he was more of the mail-order bride type who would have ordered directly from Cingular (Christopher doesn’t like to be inconvenienced with tasks like driving and shopping).
While posts that liken the relationship with a cell phone to one like a boyfriend/girlfriend seem to be coming increasingly popular… kudos to Christopher for actually putting a spin on this and not plageurizing quite so blantantly as others have. In addition, the double entendres he used in this post were much funnier and more clever than some of the others I’ve seen. So unlike the other day when Christopher thought he was complimenting me by calling me “such a sexy little slut,” I will take this post as as an actual compliment.
plagiarism, dammit
Sincerely,
Spelling whore
Hey Speling hore, I use to fuk gys lik yu in prisun.
Was that in Sna Quitnen or Laompc? LLO!
All of these spelling errors are getting me hot.
I’m not so sure it’s the spelling errors… it might be the thought of you and Rob alone in a dark cell, with no way out that’s getting you hot…
Hilarious.. the post turned into a post about how to spell plagiarism…
No, honey. It’s about gay prison sex. There’s no way it could have turned into something as trite as someone bitching about spelling errors. That would be missing the point completely…
Poynt. Mising poynt funy!
There is no such place as Crenshaw and Compton. If there was, why would it be hazardous to white folks? I hope that second paragraph was a huge joke!!!
Tiffani… girl… come on now… in case you haven’t figured it out, the whole thing was a huge joke… not just the second paragraph.
Tiffani,
Why are you calling me on my bullshit?
Let me give you some advice on how to deal with men… they actually believe their own b.s. and get really defensive when you call them on it… it’s better just to let them believe whatever they want. We already know how misinformed they are… what do we care what delusions are floating around in their heads at any given time? As long as they continue to buy us stuff and make us climax on a regular basis, they can believe they’re the king of England for all I care…
Getting an idea from one blog and writing about it in your own blog…. how is that plagiarism? Or were they copying word for word ? Or not attributing credit?
Please clarify.
It was mostly copying word for word. Not a commentary.
It’s annoying when people do that, isn’t it?
Not nearly as annoying as it must be to be completely void of imagination and creativity on your own…
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery…
So, this person wasn’t even using blockquotes or anything. I just can’t imagine someone stooping THAT low.
I once in a while type up a post making a reference to another’s post. If I quote them, I will use the blockquote format and then underneath that, I will give them a “hat tip” with the link where I got the info from.
And then I will TICKLEBUG the hell out of it! lol
Hey, Ticklebug…
Christopher is correct (for once). This person blogged about breaking up with his cell phone, never once mentioning our site or my post, or anything. I happened to find out about it because he’d commented on a completely different post on our site with a comment that said something to the affect of… “This is the first time I’m visiting your site, but I’ll definitely be back again…” When I checked out his blog just to see what it was like, I saw his post about breaking up with his cell phone… except his twist was that you think he’s talking about a girl until the last line where he reveals he’s talking about a cell phone, but the rest of the stuff was paraphrased from my post. I thought it was pretty pathetic myself… We love when people quote us or link to us in their blogs (even if they want to ream us for whatever our opinions are). We just think people who flat out copy off another blog just so they can pretend they’re the clever ones who thought up the concept on their own blogs… are lame.
I guess when he said, “I’m coming back”, he was really coming back to copy and paste.
LOL!
Ahem:
There – suggests a location
Their – signifies ownership
They’re – contraction for “they are”
I hope that was helpful!
Alex… that was very clear and concise and accurate… however, you aren’t explaining anything I haven’t explained before. It’s like throwing a rubber ball at a brick wall… the wall just refuses to catch it.
Just pointing that out shows that you have a anal compulsive personality. This is the blogsphere, grammer and spelling is irreliavent, otherwise I could put a spell checker in.
So, your philosophy is: the place we inhabit sucks, so we might as well suck, too? Let’s follow this thought to its logical conclusion. Say we were travelling through NAZI Germany in the middle of the 20th Century, and we noticed a bunch of German soldiers killing Jews. And it wasn’t just a few – it seemed like every idiot in jackboots was busy loading the ovens. Jew murdering was taking place everywhere!
By your reasoning, I would be anally retentive if I said, “Wait a minute, here, folks! Killing Jews is not proper!” Moreover, I shouldn’t feel bad if I decided to kill one myself, since that’s the way things are, huh?
I guess I subscribe to a different philosophy: the world is what we make of it. I choose to make it a literate place. =)
Literate is a very relative term, and continualy changing… and no I don’t think the world sucks, but I do think pointing out grammer mistakes in the blogsphere is a bit uncalled for.
Alex, in case you haven’t figured him out yet… Christopher doesn’t like to be criticized, or told he’s wrong even when he is… now you know what I spent a year going through… if you point out that he can’t spell, you’re anal. If you tell him he’s wrong or ask him why he would do something insane, you’re a nagging bitch. However, if you make any mistake ever… he’ll be the first one to let you know. Although I have to say… I don’t think the word “literate” is continually changing… but I also have to say… is it really that big of a deal if he misspells stuff? It’s when he uses the completely wrong words all together and I have to re-read the sentences several times that I start to get annoyed…
You’re right: it’s not that big a deal. The first comment I made was just a friendly and (hopefully) helpful reminder. The second comment was a humorous exercise in logic.
Now, I realize the rest of the world is intellectually inferior to me (not to mention nowhere near as handsome… or modest), and I am fully prepared to deal with that. I would just appreciate it if people could learn to correctly use the majority of words in their native language. =)
Peace guys,
-A