Well, Sprint has managed to fuck me over again.

You know, I really hate those fuckers at Sprint. Yesterday, my phone melted and pretty much caught on fire while plugged into the charger. I’ve heard stories of this but I thought it was an urban legend. I heard another urban legend about how farting and coughing at the same time will cause your body to explode but I haven’t tested that one yet.

To make a long story short, my phone died and I lost all my numbers. I also got kicked out of the Sprint Store in Madison Heights for getting a little… angry. Some harsh words were passed from me to the employees there and I smashed my phone into a million pieces and then trampled on it, all while telling every customer around me, “cancel your contracts before you get fucked!”

I wanted so badly to be John Goodman from The Big Lebowski when he says, “Do you see what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass!”

If you haven’t seen this, you probably should.

So… I need phone numbers from everyone. E-mail me at sidecarsally@gmail.com and give me your name and number. Or just message me on myspace. Thanks