Archive for the ‘Cell phones’ Category

In the Hamp­tons, That’s a Mar­riage Pro­pos­al

Guy from in­side Port-A-Pot­ty: Oh, shit, I just dropped my Black­Ber­ry in there!
Friend: Oh, man, what are you gonna do?!
Guy: Well, some­body’s got to stick their hand in there!
Dude wait­ing in line: I think I’ll use the oth­er one. I don’t want to be the first per­son to piss on your Black­Ber­ry.

Rock the Farm Ben­e­fit
East Hamp­ton, New York

One Day You Will Make Some Dork Very, Very Hap­py

20-some­thing chick to friend on cell: I like how you’re lis­ten­ing to the mes­sage I left you while I’m stand­ing right here.
Friend: I just want to make sure I get the mes­sage, I don’t want to be like one of those peo­ple who calls you back with­out lis­ten­ing to the mes­sage.
20-some­thing chick: I hate those peo­ple! It’s like, what if the mes­sage was re­al­ly im­por­tant? Like, “Help me, I’m dy­ing! Don’t call me back–it sets off the bomb!”

Uni­ver­si­ty of Mary Wash­ing­ton
Fred­er­icks­burg, Vir­ginia

Over­heard by: Good point

Now You Can Watch Videos While It Drops Your Calls

Chick: So, what’s so spe­cial about this phone oth­er than mak­ing mil­lions of peo­ple shit their pants si­mul­ta­ne­ous­ly?
Guy: It has­n’t got any but­tons, or some-such. It can tell who you want to call by read­ing your mind. Al­so, it smells like flow­ers and tastes like ba­con. Which is handy, since it can re­grow its own skin. And fly.
Chick: Well, I’ll be.

Scotts­dale, Ari­zona

Over­heard by: I did NOT shit my pants.

The Ones I Do Have Thank­ful­ly Have Easy-to-Re­mem­ber 1–900 Num­bers

Sales­man to guy pur­chas­ing new phone: Yeah, we can to­tal­ly trans­fer all your con­tacts and cal­en­dar and stuff to this new phone.
Guy (in Eng­lish ac­cent): Well, can you do that on this oth­er mod­el?
Sales­man: No, you can’t trans­fer your con­tacts from your old one to this mod­el.
Guy (in Eng­lish ac­cent): Oh, that does­n’t mat­ter. I don’t have any friends.

Austin, Texas