Like many owners of the current iPhone, I’m going “fuck it off” once I get my hands on some juicy 3G iPhone goodness! There-in lies a first world kind of dilema… What do I do with my “old” iPhone?
Do I simply place it back in its box, so that in years to come I can look up to that dusty mantle and comment to my grandson, gesturing with my smokey pipe,
“Fucking look at that son! No, up there on the mantle piece! Underneath the dust! See that box? Best box ever – ‘cept for your Grandma’s! Ha ha.. But seriously – listening to me now, eyes this way son – that young man, that, is an original Apple iPhone. Best piece of technology you could buy back in the day. It may look a little bulky nowadays, but believe me, that piece of beautiful art did more than just look pretty – it was a Phone, an iPod, an Internet communications device!…”
Perhaps I could give my old iPhone a new lease of life – a change of career if you will – and use it to shave with and drink beer from… Though no doubt people would stop hanging around with me at the bar, as I bragged about how this was to the my 15th beer I’d chugged from my iPhone, and could still whoop everyones arse at pool…
Perhaps I should just keep my old iPhone next to my bed, in case I have had too many real beers, and I can’t quite seem to pleasure that special someone I picked up tonight; that’s when I have the phone fully charged, with finger poised over the iBrate app…
Having a jailbroken iPhone could never be more important, could it Steve.
Well, seems like I sorted out this problem with a little “diary entry” work. Thanks for listening guys.