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My Screen Died!

Started by encece , Mar 01 2007 03:26 AM

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encece

Posted 01 March 2007 - 03:26 AM

Blackjack'd

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Gender:Male
Location:Mt Laurel, NJ USA
Interests:The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Devices:iPhone4
Twitter:@nickcornaglia

First I noticed my software buttons werent working right.
Then I noiticed my screen was not "touchable" anymore!

Thought I may have a software conflict so I hard reset.

No dice....broken! I cant get past the align screen now.
Eeeeesh! No phone at all now and I bought this second-hand. I hope I can get warranty coverage! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! I hate touchscreens!

-Nick

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encece

Posted 15 March 2007 - 02:13 AM

Blackjack'd

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4,246 posts

Gender:Male
Location:Mt Laurel, NJ USA
Interests:The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Devices:iPhone4
Twitter:@nickcornaglia