You know that little pocket on your jeans that you never use, the one on top of the big pocket on the right hand side?
That’s where my phone fits. I like that. I can keep my keys on the right side (the correct! pocket for keys!) and not scratch up my phone. My credit card and ID go in the other pocket. When I buy something, I don’t have to pull out the phone along with my card. Also, when I get carded.
Manx travels light. Manx travels smart. I stopped using a wallet years ago.
Wife is waiting for that new 4" iPhone. The small phone market is there. I like the size of the iPhone 6, but it honestly is challenging to do things like capitalizing or hitting the letter “A” with one hand.
The day your family finally has to go back abroad to strap on their party vests will be the best day of SRK’s existence. We’ll finally have gotten rid of you.
I think instead of buying a laptop, I’m going to modify a mechanical keyboard to house a Raspberry Pi and use a portable monitor. If you think about it, it’s not much bigger than a 14’ laptop and there are some really small mechanical keyboards on the market:
Hmmm… fun and functional project and far cheaper than buying a damned laptop.
I have been drawn to this thread because of the hatred traded between Raz0r and Dangerous “I fucking hate Raz0r” J. Continue gentlemen. Your hatred is to me what oxygen are to you insipid mortals.
As someone who actively works with Android devices, I recommend getting a 3rd party phone like a BLU or a OnePlus. They have much more customization options and features than some 1st party shit tier device like a Samsung or LG while still being comparable in price to a mid-grade Huawei or Motorola. Though, with BLU devices in particular I recommend getting the newer ones that use Android version 4.4 or higher because Jellybean is pretty outdated now, and even Kit Kat isn’t as good as it was back when Lollipop just came out.
Fixed. The Paleskins with their high tolerance of snowstorms have rejected you as one of their own. Like the hood niggas did to me. Stand with me Vynce. Together, we shall tear asunder our false brethren. We will sully our hands with their blood and make darts of their bones.
I can’t believe I got my hair cut at one of those marginally higher scale joints where white folks get their haircuts at.
Some fat stupid white bitch did a terrilble job cutting my hair. She was too rough on my kinks and rushed it to the point where it’s visibly sloppy. That dumb Sea You In Tea also knicked the side of my neck with the small buzzer, leaving a somewhat noticable mark. Paid $16.87 for a military-experience head shave when I could have gotten one at the Vietnamese owned joint for $7.50.
I can’t even trust white women to do a job that involves cutting hair. If they’re moody or slightly triggered, they’re going to take their aggression out on your hair. Small things can set white women off, like not talking to them while your hair is getting cut.
Smfh. I should have went to the barbershop right next to Popeye’s.