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There isn't that much I like about living near a hick town except rural living. But I did hear some Billybob type, country Bumbkin, talking about beating the sheit out of some City Slicker for talking on his Sayal Phone at the Local Bar. I'd buy Billybob a beer to see
we get it 'sexiest man alive'; despite living in a 'billy-bob hick town' YOU are the only 'sophisticated' person there.
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Posted: 2/23/2009 8:58:22 PM
|I feel ya on that. I think some people just really need the attention more than they really need to talk LOL. I have a black berry myself so i always just tell people to txt me and ill get back to them as i can or to email my gmail or yahoo emails as i have my laptop with me as the town i live in has many coffee shops and wi-fi hubs. i like to get lost in the woods around here at times so no one can contact me 8)|
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Posted: 2/21/2013 12:42:10 PM
I don't have this problem, this ever-increasing, global problem.
You see, I don't associate with people who use cellphones. Full stop. I don't care if they are men or women, kings or queens, or your ordinary Joe Bloggs - I simply won't associate with cellphone users. No apologies. I won't do it.
I don't use cellphones: in fact, I wouldn't take one of these gadgets if it was free, encrusted with diamonds and rubies, with flashing lights and the sound of the Star-Spangled Banner blaring from its innards. Cellphones, to me, are poison.
I have a telephone at home, and people can contact me if they want. Why do I need to be talking to people as I walk along the road?
I watch people here in town where I live, darting across pedestrian crossings, staring down into their precious little piece of crap, while cars whizz past them, manoeuvring around them and screeching to a stop for them. Oh yes, the cellphone must come first, you see. Their personal safety is not a factor.
I see people in cafes staring down forlornly into the little piece of crap. Hordes of them. Row upon row, like a scene out of Franz Kafka. All together now, eyes down. Come on now, sheeple. Eyes down. Obey the overlord - and hand over your money into the bargain. Fools.
No, it's simple - I won't have a bar of them. You can keep them. I'm one of these people who are not part of mainstream society. If I had serious money I would debunk to an island off the west coast of Scotland or somewhere, build a small house and get away from the seething insanity of today's mindless 'culture.'