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Originally Posted by JeepGuy It was a Corona Light.
To tell you the truth I think it was the Q's fault. In my Task list there was an entry, "Q wants beer". I don't remember putting that in there, but it was a Task and my life is in my Q so it had to be correct.
Thanks for a the suggestions. Everyone that I talk to seem to have there home remedy to fix it. The problem is everytime I push one of those buttons and hear that "clicking/cracking" sound just send chills down my spine.
I'll try a few things and let everyone know how it went and what worked. |
Guys I have to share....my Q made me sleep with an ugly chick. It's not what you're thinking. I was minding my own business at my local watering hole when I started getting these strange thoughts in my head about putting the q on vibrate and hooking up with the next chick that walked into the fine, one tooth establishment I was patronizing. I've never had strange thoughts such as these. They almost exclusivedly revolved around placing my Q in meeting mode and forcing its love upon an unsuspecting victim. I've never, ever had these thoughts. Until I got my Q. I swear it's behind all this.... I'm not myself. Something is very, very wrong. I fear an exorcsim may be required. I need help. I cannot win this battle alone.
And so it happened, my Q obviously wielded it's unbridled wireless sync voodoo and well, my Q has been changed forever (atleast its color) and I am ashamed that once again I fell prey to its tricks. And much to my dismay, my keys click now when I press them.
I started off innocently enough with inane conversation about the weather and "what do you do for fun". When my alarm went off, which by the way, I had not set. It was obviously the Q's doing. It played a funky Prince song in my pocket and it wasn't long before this young maiden was fondling my prize. Pressing buttons and cooing the whole time...
One thing lead to another and due to the astonishing mind control powers of this simple electronic device, I was humbled into submission. I was powerless... I could not resist it's allure. I'm so ashamed... I must get rid of the Q.... I must. It's ruining my life. It's too strong. I hope my friends don't find out.
And to top it all off... oh...I can't...I must.... Nooooo!!!! The Q says I can't tell. I must obey.
-= Beer
The part that really sucked is that my Q was more charming than I was. Without my Q I was nothing. I