This is Dennis. Last evening I was out mowing my yard on my riding mower. On my third pass I noticed something on the ground in front of me. I only had time to think to myself, that looks almost like my cell phone. That's when I heard a sickening clunk and clatter. I drove up to the front of my yard, parked the mower, and walked back to investigate There was my phone scattered everywhere I reached down and picked up the biggest piece and burned my dang fingers on it. Why can't they make things now days that will hold up and last
Any ways if any of you all need to get a hold of me, like the time French bought my lunch at Kingfish, or the time John Nail bought my dinner at Buckheads. Or if anyone wants to invite me hunting up at their best spot. Or if anyone get's a heads up on some free bodork, or needs some expert tillering advise. I'll be hard to get ahold of. I'll let ya'll know when I get a new phone. Hopefully one that's not a piece of junk like this last one
Are you trying to tell us that you ran over your cell phone with your mower? That ranks up there with locking yourself out of the house while your wife is away on a cruise with your children or urinating on your mother-in-law's flower bed or ... You get the point
One good thing though: it was not your wife's phone
There was my phone scattered everywhere
I reached down and picked up the biggest piece and burned my dang fingers on it.
Why can't they make things now days that will hold up and last
