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