I have something like, I don't know... six blog posts in the works (one involves my EXTREME RAGE concerning the Fifty Shades of Crap Trilogy), but they all need tweaking. Until then, I wanted to share something very special.
This is my dad's cell phone:
This is his cell phone in the year 2013.
It has a sweet plastic/fabric cover, and the display reads, "MARK." I laugh my ass off every time that I see it, however... When it rings as we're sitting at the coffee house after seeing Les Miserables (and I look like I've been crying for two hours straight because I HAVE BEEN), and everyone turns to see a phone that doesn't have the capability to be placed on vibrate? Well, then it's a little embarrassing
But, "It still works!" and "I only use it to call you, your mother, and your brother! Why get a new one?"
I love him.