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Brush your teeth.

After a quick look around the google interwebs dot com, I'm not surprised that I'm not the only one annoyed by this:
Sure this she's hot, but you know that she's more goddam annoying than a chick with an Australian accent because of that bluetooth ear piece. When I'm at Lund's trying to find some ripe bananas and eggs, I don't want to hear some dip shit......spouting off about box seats at the (name of sports team) game and was drinking with the team's cheerleaders afterwards or how much money he won out in Vegas and hooked up with a stripper. You know what, impress me...if you have to use your uber awesome earpiece then use your inside voice pal.

What I find really ridiculous is these same douchbags walk around wearing those earpieces and aren't even talking on the phone. Sure the guy jabber-jawing into the earpiece is annoying, but he will be annoying guy even when he holds his phone to his face. How f'n important are you that the millisecond your phone rings you HAVE to tap your ear and answer the call. For shit sake.

Beam me up a-hole.

- P

Comments

Lunatic Biker said…
I always think those people are talking to me until I see the ear piece.

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