I want one.
I really do. Even though it doesn’t do video. Even though it would mean I’d have to stay on Cingular. I don’t care. Short of whoring myself, there are plenty of things I’d do for an iPhone and I’m not ashamed to say it.
So can you. Please. Shut up. About the fact that you have one. And all the pretty things you can do with it. I’ve see the commercials. In other words, you can stick your iPhone:
- In my hand.
- In the mail so it can get in my hand.
- On your blog where I don’t have to read it unless I go there. Which I probably will.
Because actually, I want your iPhone. That way you’ll stfu about it, AND I’ll have an iPhone. Which I promise never to speak of or blog about.
So give me your iPhone. Why? Well, for one, I am certain I deserve it more than you.
Yes, I am aware that it’s not remotely fair of me to insist that your private property should belong to me.
No, I don’t care.
However, just to show what a benevolent dictator I can be, I’ll trade you something for it, for a limited time only. (Come on, if I had the cash on hand, we wouldn’t be having this discussion.)
In fact, ask me for anything I (legally) possess. I’ll trade you anything except my MacBook Pro, which you will have to pry out of my cold, dead, hands.
So, to summarize, give me your iPhone. Or an iPhone, I’m not that particular. Don’t make me come over there…
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