It's called Bluetooth you mentally underdeveloped sloth. And we're not talking about that seldom brushed spatula protruding out of your upper gum line like a kickstand for your funny looking head either you fucking mentally meager Neanderthal. Pretty much comes standard in all modern day vehicles that don't require you to kick the dashboard every 5 minutes to keep the hamsters running you drooling spastic.
I mean, I understand that where you're from we're just now getting comfortable with modern marvels such as toilets, running water and bodywash, but c'mon, show me the shock collar therapy at your home for the mentally non-existent is having some positive influence on your thinking ability.
Surely you're not under the impression that I'm hooked up to a rotary dial system with a really long extension cord you hopelessly obtuse fuck?
Technology. you fucking dense asshole. A multi syllable word you should take interest in some time when you're not too busy trying figure out how all those nice people manage to fit inside that 24" television set which seems to entertain you for hours on end when there's no rays of sunlight in the room for you to chase with your butterfly net.
So the walking dead replies, "It's called Bluetooth". Hold on let me get this straight. This fucking wingnut here says it's safe doing a podcast from your car if you have "Bluetooth". Yet what dosen't Joo tell you is that he A). Actually fucking fell asleep during his own podcast. B). Doesn't know how to operate simple electronics such as any smartphone. And C). Can't or won't turn on the mic. And yet you want to do podcasts from your car, putting peoples lives in danger. What happens if you fall asleep again listening to yourself talk? What then? What if you forget how to turn the steering wheel?
So line two of your symphony of crappola, what the fuck are you talking about? Why is it "we're just now getting comfortable with modern marvels" like you know the wheel totally made us uncomfortable as fuck right? Make some sense, or did you leave your literary viagra at home with your mommy?
but c'mon, show me the shock collar therapy at your home for the mentally non-existent is having some positive influence on your thinking ability.
So okay, I got it. You're a transformer. You just magically turn into a ghetto Spock, and ejaculate out the aforementioned statement, basically spraying everybody who reads your shit with "I am fucking stupid" semen.
Surely you're not under the impression that I'm hooked up to a rotary dial system with a really long extension cord you hopelessly obtuse fuck?
What the fuck are you talking about?! Hey dickhead, all I said was, "why are you doing podcasts out of your car, what happens if you fall asleep?". I mean seriously, your steroid embalmed body could be a projectile if you were to get in an accident. Do you seriously want your beef jerky-like skin flying through the air and crashing through the windshield of an unsuspecting person, that you land on leaking 20+ plus years of steroid by products out your non-virgin butthole. Fucking gross.
Technology. you fucking dense asshole. A multi syllable word you should take interest in some time when you're not too busy trying figure out how all those nice people manage to fit inside that 24" television set which seems to entertain you for hours on end when there's no rays of sunlight in the room for you to chase with your butterfly net.
Quick couple of questions here: how dense does ones asshole have to be, to be considered dense? Does Riteaid measure dense assholes? Because I think my asshole is on the lighter side of dense. Can I get a second opinion? As you being an expert at all things asshole and dense, perhaps you could enlighten me and tell me which college you graduated from with a degree in the clinical "dense asshole" program? Was there a waiting line?
Why is my fucking TV only 24"?!?! Like a 24" TV would entertain me for hours, thats like small as fuck! No wonder i'm chasing the sunlight with a butterfly net, I can't properly watch TV on a 24" screen. Sorry nope! So Joo we know you're talking out your c-cup breasts once again.