Don Chavez

By the title, you probably thought this was going to be a Billy Mays post. Yes, he died this weekend. I told you the Grim Reaper is working overtime so he can take the two weeks off for the fourth of July. But wait, there’s more.

Yesterday morning I awoke with a hangover only to discover that my phone was dead. Let me clarify that. It turns on, but I can’t dial out and the screen lights up but it’s blank. I was okay with this until I took it to T-Mobile for repair only to be told that my phone had crashed and couldn’t be repaired.

The store rep asked me how long I had the phone for, and when I said it would be two years in October, she said that’s what happens. “These phones usually only last a year.”

Really? I didn’t realize that T-mobile was into manufacturing crap.

Now the really shitty part of this whole situation is this. My contract isn’t up until October 1st. I didn’t by insurance. The Iphone is now $99. In other words, I’m totally fucked unless I want to renew with T-Mobile or pay a $200 cancellation fee. I offered to have one of my readers blow the T-Mobile customer service guy in lieu of me paying the cancellation fee, but he was having none of it. Karma is a bitch.

Oh and for those who were looking for a Billy Mays tribute, here’s a nice montage of him fucking up. Honestly, out of all the celebrities that have kicked the bucket recently, Billy Mays is probably the only one I’ll actually miss. The man knew how to entertain and sell shit at the same time, and you’ve got to respect that. I know I respect it much more than some kiddie diddler who gets a free pass because he made music.