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Poor guy. I felt awful for him.

A nice chat with a well-spoken Columbian chick had yeilded potential results. Alas, it was now her stop and it had all been for naught. As if to delay his suffering, she witheld from him that which had dutifully earned, uttering only upon exit, digits fo which he yuurned.

Then the frenzy began.

Whispered utterances of continuously-varying numerical groupings resonated accross the the cab, growing louder per grouping, with dismayed pauses in between.

Sensing urgency I wished to interrupt with a accurate and genuine recollection of her numerals, but alas I witheld, preoccupied with the fallicy of my asumption, too modest to interrupt his dangerously frantic calculus.

Moments accumulated, painfully, building into a scheduled panic that his Droid's buttons would surely fail to bare....

Contuined utterences then left the domain of the senses and entered into a Deafening silence that the squeal of rails traversed below could hardly overcome

precious digits lead to the vague and finally to slaughter in the realm of missed oportunity

after the game was most assuredly over, I respectfully offered a query as to why a dialed grouping had not been made, as to why frantic action had so directly lead to failure

it was with reluctance that to me it was revealed that a new phone a quick notetaker does not make and that lucrative circuitry can undermine educated execution without proper instruction

oh that the fool had not been played by his gadgets, that he had not been hindered by what Droid does.
 
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little to drunk to follow that one... 😉


Well my current fermentation levels do not permit me to operate class-c or higher Little Tykes and I still managed to write that.

Also, vodka is bliss.

Urgh. I am going to have to pick up my car tomorrow. I might also have to remember where I parked it.
 
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Basically some guy talking to a cute columbian chick finally got her to give him her number but she did it as she was getting off of the train.

He then, as he recounted, tried frantically to open the address book on his New Droid but got lost in the navigation and ended up forgetting her number

he shrugged it off as a minor missed oportunity but I could tell he died inside a little😛
 
Poor guy. I felt awful for him.

A nice chat with a well-spoken Columbian chick had yeilded potential results. Alas, it was now her stop and it had all been for naught. As if to delay his suffering, she witheld from him that which had dutifully earned, uttering only upon exit, digits fo which he yuurned.

Then the frenzy began.

Whispered utterances of continuously-varying numerical groupings resonated accross the the cab, growing louder per grouping, with dismayed pauses in between.

Sensing urgency I wished to interrupt with a accurate and genuine recollection of her numerals, but alas I witheld, preoccupied with the fallicy of my asumption, too modest to interrupt his dangerously frantic calculus.

Moments accumulated, painfully, building into a scheduled panic that his Droid's buttons would surely fail to bare....

Contuined utterences then left the domain of the senses and entered into a Deafening silence that the squeal of rails traversed below could hardly overcome

precious digits lead to the vague and finally to slaughter in the realm of missed oportunity

after the game was most assuredly over, I respectfully offered a query as to why a dialed grouping had not been made, as to why frantic action had so directly lead to failure

it was with reluctance that to me it was revealed that a new phone a quick notetaker does not make and that lucrative circuitry can undermine educated execution without proper instruction

oh that the fool had not been played by his gadgets, that he had not been hindered by what Droid does.

Good one man. Well written!
 
Basically some guy talking to a cute columbian chick finally got her to give him her number but she did it as she was getting off of the train.

He then, as he recounted, tried frantically to open the address book on his New Droid but got lost in the navigation and ended up forgetting her number

he shrugged it off as a minor missed oportunity but I could tell he died inside a little😛

Simple solution: Save the name and number in a simple notepad type application first, then worry about the address book later.
 
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