Adesso, il mio cellulare non funzione. Non si serve nessuno. Va funcolo, borseggiatore.
My cellular phone gone but not forgotten. It’s since been blocked by the phone company: if I can’t use it, nobody can.
I will continue to imagine that it was blocked to teach the criminals some sort of “crime doesn’t pay lesson.” Maybe now they will go straight and give up their life of crime, and maybe invent something really useful, or follow their dream to be a back-up dancer, or what have you.
But you and I both know, that I did it because I’m a vindictive prick, and I hate those assholes, wherever they are.
