The Internet Catalogue of Telephones
Valery
When I take the Iphone, the Lord lifts me up over the floor and brings me closer to Him. Not so close to greeting, but so high above you to know the price. Who are you with an ugly nokia in your leg, chewing the scratched buttons and calling your gentleman with a ganvosamsung You are the peaches of the plow that have received passports, you are pressed into a crowd of fish food, your faces merge into one huge joppa Man without iPhone is such a low creature that even drowning in the river, I will not give him a hand.
When I call from my iPhone, in response I hear the wonderful voice of my girlfriend, the kind voices of friends and acquaintances. And not the cries and scratches of monsters, which are rooted in you, stupid buttocks. And it doesn’t matter if you have a head on your shoulders or a skull, horns under your cap or a sparkle, you’re not human. You are a sweaty surface. You are the scissors of the carpet on which I walk and scatter the ashes.

Well, is it true that in order to buy an iPhone, some sell their brains?! to