Posted: 7/19/2016 9:19:15 PM EDT
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Eat a gangrenous herpetic cock you Chicom piece of brittle plastic trash that just decided that "GPS coordinates do not match your entered address" the one fucking night I need uninterrupted phone service. The cryptic code you generated left ATT tech support flummoxed and slackjawed as if they had just gargled donkey cock and all they could ask is "did you turn it off and turn it back on again" followed by "did you deregister and re-install it."
Why, my dear fuckwanks, yes I fucking did. I spent an hour diddling with its plastic butthole, fingerblasting the reset button, waiting the WHAT THE FUCK? 90 MINUTES you're supposed to wait before you realize your device took a titwank and took a shit for the day only to be told you can send me one in two business days? If I could find the meteor tinged with iridium and alien dingleberries that's causing a cell phone signal hole at my house, I'd dig it up and blast it back into space where it can fuck the hell off. Until then, the fuck is wrong with these signal boosting internet sapping pieces of shit that they suddenly forget what the sweet dear fucktits is a GPS signal and leave me standing in my driveway in 100 degree heat with tech support. Fuck you you fuckstained fucking fuck. |