Now i-phone 2 worked great...worked wonders, however there were a set of people who just couldn't get to
So the brains behind i-phone 2 decided to create the i-phone 3, so now this was a dumb'd down kind of phone that they could easily chew...they even got a mascot who was illiterate to merchandise the brand.
Now three sets of people have phones they can use to call the creator, the mastermind behind the inventors, but a big big butt like Ghanaian bum bums the problem is that the men who made i phone 3 didn't realise that the i phone 3 users would be able to get so many i phone 2 users to switch networks and move to i-phone 3.
So what they did was to merge i -phone 3 with i phone 2...tweaked with the software on the i phone 3 so it contained some functions from i phone 2 so that way everybody is happy...sort of.
But one day the founders of i-phone 2 and i-phone 3 sat down and said to themselves seen as our users are so loyal we can wage a war between ourselves and that way we can use that as an avenue to steal from under their noses.
This could be our plan whenever we want... in fact this is great, they so badly think they need their i phones to call their creator, that without them they will feel dead...when infact they have a sim card in their heart with a receiver in their brain so they could simply communicate with the creator whenever they want.
Crack the riddle?...
This has nothing to do with the riddle just thought i'd throw some words of wisdom.
The day your missus stops inviting you out is the day she is has lost all
Oh and lovely ladies stop being
Beauty is YOU...any other reference to it is subjective.
If you're looking for a man to complete you...you've missed the whole point.
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