I recently grabbed this not too old looking panasonic digital 2.4ghz phone. I thought it would be a nice spare. Everything about this phone is great, it gets good reception and does everything it should. Except one thing. The people who designed it made it so you CANNOT make tone dialing default. ITS MADE TO BE PULSE! Why the fvck would they do that. I figured you know if I downloaded the pdf off of panasonics website that there might be something I am missing. Nope they designed it to do this. WHY? WHY?
After deciding the phones fate I quickly snapped a pic of it before its demise. It taunted me sitting there like it was something I could use. Realizing I had gone through all this trouble setting up a nice little stand for it today. I WANT THAT 15 MINUTES BACK! As the blood started to boil I ripped the cords out of it and tossed it outside. I grabbed the steel bat and tossed the handset into the air. *SNAP* is the first sound of destruction I heard but alas it was only the antenna. After that no more mr.nice bat. I tossed smacked the handset one more time but only the battery and cover came off. After that it was all over. This phone had taunted me enough. I painted my face as the indians did before saccrificing another and tossed the handset on the ground and smashed away. Pieces flying back into my face was the only thing that told me that it was over. But then I notice the base station. It was staring at me with its beady antennas. *HUZZAH!!!!* I screamed as I beat the fvckin thing till it lay in pieces, many pieces.
*WARNING: PICTURES ARE NOT FOR FAINT OF HEART*
OMG!!
TEH HORROR!!
EEK!!!
THE HUMANITY!!
Sorry about the pics guy, my camera is teh suck.
After deciding the phones fate I quickly snapped a pic of it before its demise. It taunted me sitting there like it was something I could use. Realizing I had gone through all this trouble setting up a nice little stand for it today. I WANT THAT 15 MINUTES BACK! As the blood started to boil I ripped the cords out of it and tossed it outside. I grabbed the steel bat and tossed the handset into the air. *SNAP* is the first sound of destruction I heard but alas it was only the antenna. After that no more mr.nice bat. I tossed smacked the handset one more time but only the battery and cover came off. After that it was all over. This phone had taunted me enough. I painted my face as the indians did before saccrificing another and tossed the handset on the ground and smashed away. Pieces flying back into my face was the only thing that told me that it was over. But then I notice the base station. It was staring at me with its beady antennas. *HUZZAH!!!!* I screamed as I beat the fvckin thing till it lay in pieces, many pieces.
*WARNING: PICTURES ARE NOT FOR FAINT OF HEART*
OMG!!
TEH HORROR!!
EEK!!!
THE HUMANITY!!
Sorry about the pics guy, my camera is teh suck.