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Woken: justcatposts: Lynx which fell asleep on a porch is woken up by its tiny counterpart (via)
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Lynx which fell asleep on a porch is woken up by its tiny counterpart (via)

justcatposts: Lynx which fell asleep on a porch is woken up by its tiny counterpart (via)

Woken: Oh Good Morning Americans. I didn’t know you’d already woken up.
Woken: Oh Good Morning Americans. I didn’t know you’d already woken up.

Oh Good Morning Americans. I didn’t know you’d already woken up.

Woken: Getting woken up by these singing birds like everything good
Woken: Getting woken up by these singing birds like everything good

Getting woken up by these singing birds like everything good

Woken: Getting woken up by these singing birds like everything good by ThickCapital MORE MEMES
Woken: Getting woken up by these singing birds like everything good by ThickCapital
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Getting woken up by these singing birds like everything good by ThickCapital MORE MEMES

Woken: 1AM glyndarling: aerylon: loloftheday: Let’s see you little punks smash my letterbox now This reminds me of this guy who used to live on my dad’s street.   Every time it snowed, the snow plow would take out his mailbox - and only his mail box.  And just to be clear - it was done intentionally.  No one knows why, but the driver of the snow plow would target his box and mow it down.  He’d call the DOT to complain, and would get an earful of excuses that amounted to “not our fault you have a wimpy mailbox.”   Fast forward to the next winter.  First decent snow starts falling, and every kid is hoping for a snow day.  It was right around 4:30 am that the whole neighborhood was woken up to this loud CLANG and the screech of tearing metal.  My dad made it to the window first and started laughing his ass off. Sitting out side was one very totaled, and almost ripped in half, snow plow.  And these weren’t little pick-up trucks with a blade on the front, we have these up in NY: Well, turns out over the summer, my dad’s neighbor got himself a backhoe and sank a steel I beam into the ground in his front yard.  Then he covered it with a decorative wood sleeve and topped it with a brand new mailbox.  When the snowplow driver tried to mow it down it was a bad case of immovable object meets unstoppable force - and the mailbox won.  With the plow firmly impaled on the I beam, it was very clear that the driver had gone out of his way to hit it.   Naturally, the DOT wasn’t happy, and the neighbor’s reply was simple: “Not my faulty you have a wimpy snowplow.”  They did try to sue him for the damages, but as he had gone to the town, gotten approval for the post and its installation, and made sure everything was up to code, it was thrown out pretty quick.   And for anyone wondering about the driver…  He was fine.  His job and tighty-whiteys … not so much. That is a very satisfying read.
Woken: 1AM
glyndarling:

aerylon:

loloftheday:

Let’s see you little punks smash my letterbox now

This reminds me of this guy who used to live on my dad’s street.  

Every time it snowed, the snow plow would take out his mailbox - and only his mail box.  And just to be clear - it was done intentionally.  No one knows why, but the driver of the snow plow would target his box and mow it down.  He’d call the DOT to complain, and would get an earful of excuses that amounted to “not our fault you have a wimpy mailbox.”  

Fast forward to the next winter.  First decent snow starts falling, and every kid is hoping for a snow day.  It was right around 4:30 am that the whole neighborhood was woken up to this loud CLANG and the screech of tearing metal.  My dad made it to the window first and started laughing his ass off.

Sitting out side was one very totaled, and almost ripped in half, snow plow.  And these weren’t little pick-up trucks with a blade on the front, we have these up in NY:

Well, turns out over the summer, my dad’s neighbor got himself a backhoe and sank a steel I beam into the ground in his front yard.  Then he covered it with a decorative wood sleeve and topped it with a brand new mailbox.  When the snowplow driver tried to mow it down it was a bad case of immovable object meets unstoppable force - and the mailbox won.  With the plow firmly impaled on the I beam, it was very clear that the driver had gone out of his way to hit it.  

Naturally, the DOT wasn’t happy, and the neighbor’s reply was simple: “Not my faulty you have a wimpy snowplow.”  They did try to sue him for the damages, but as he had gone to the town, gotten approval for the post and its installation, and made sure everything was up to code, it was thrown out pretty quick.  

And for anyone wondering about the driver…  He was fine.  His job and tighty-whiteys … not so much.


That is a very satisfying read.

glyndarling: aerylon: loloftheday: Let’s see you little punks smash my letterbox now This reminds me of this guy who used to live on...

Woken: Because it's Sunday! bob-belcher:being woken up early on the weekend mood
Woken: Because it's Sunday!
bob-belcher:being woken up early on the weekend mood

bob-belcher:being woken up early on the weekend mood

Woken: princeowl: can you imagine being woken up at 2am because macklemore doesnt know how to use a microwave 
Woken: princeowl:
can you imagine being woken up at 2am because macklemore doesnt know how to use a microwave 

princeowl: can you imagine being woken up at 2am because macklemore doesnt know how to use a microwave 

Woken: "He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within. I didn't care that he would undoubtedly hurt me at any moment, right now; I just needed somebody to hold me, somebody to be kind to me, somebody to tell me exactly those words. it's going to be okay." - CAPTIVE IN THE DARK - FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER FREE CAPTIVE DARK IN THE *This is a series about captivity in a FICTIONAL and EROTICIZED setting. It contains very disturbing situations, dubious consent, strong language, and graphic violence. CJ ROBERTS lenthe cokstore BARNES&NOBLE kobo' Smashwords" amazon yrokyouy meme-mage: Captive in the Dark (The Dark Duet Book 1) Kindle Edition by CJ Roberts (Author) Caleb is a man with a singular interest in revenge. Kidnapped as a young boy and sold into slavery by a power-hungry mobster, he has thought of nothing but vengeance. For twelve years he has immersed himself in the world of pleasure slaves searching for the one man he holds ultimately responsible. Finally, the architect of his suffering has emerged with a new identity, but not a new nature. If Caleb is to get close enough to strike, he must become the very thing he abhors and kidnap a beautiful girl to train her to be all that he once was. Eighteen-year-old Olivia Ruiz has just woken up in a strange place. Blindfolded and bound, there is only a calm male voice to welcome her. His name is Caleb, though he demands to be called Master. Olivia is young, beautiful, naïve and willful to a fault. She has a dark sensuality that cannot be hidden or denied, though she tries to accomplish both. Although she is frightened by the strong, sadistic, and arrogant man who holds her prisoner, what keeps Olivia awake in the dark is her unwelcome attraction to him. WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, dubious consent, strong language, and graphic violence. B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/captive-in-the-dark-cj-roberts/1104728322?ean=2940152266894iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/captive-in-the-dark/id455611394?mt=11
Woken: "He was my tormentor and my solace;
 the creator of the dark and the light within.
 I didn't care that he would undoubtedly
 hurt me at any moment, right now;
 I just needed somebody to hold me,
 somebody to be kind to me,
 somebody to tell me exactly those words.
 it's going to be okay."
 - CAPTIVE IN THE DARK -
 FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER
 FREE
 CAPTIVE
 DARK
 IN THE
 *This is a series about captivity in a FICTIONAL and
 EROTICIZED setting. It contains very disturbing
 situations, dubious consent, strong language, and
 graphic violence.
 CJ ROBERTS
 lenthe
 cokstore BARNES&NOBLE kobo' Smashwords"
 amazon
 yrokyouy
meme-mage:



Captive in the Dark (The Dark Duet Book 1) Kindle Edition by CJ Roberts  (Author)
Caleb is a man with a singular interest in revenge. Kidnapped as a young boy and sold into slavery by a power-hungry mobster, he has thought of nothing but vengeance. For twelve years he has immersed himself in the world of pleasure slaves searching for the one man he holds ultimately responsible. Finally, the architect of his suffering has emerged with a new identity, but not a new nature. If Caleb is to get close enough to strike, he must become the very thing he abhors and kidnap a beautiful girl to train her to be all that he once was. Eighteen-year-old Olivia Ruiz has just woken up in a strange place. Blindfolded and bound, there is only a calm male voice to welcome her. His name is Caleb, though he demands to be called Master. Olivia is young, beautiful, naïve and willful to a fault. She has a dark sensuality that cannot be hidden or denied, though she tries to accomplish both. Although she is frightened by the strong, sadistic, and arrogant man who holds her prisoner, what keeps Olivia awake in the dark is her unwelcome attraction to him. 




WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, dubious consent, strong language, and graphic violence. 




B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/captive-in-the-dark-cj-roberts/1104728322?ean=2940152266894iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/captive-in-the-dark/id455611394?mt=11

meme-mage: Captive in the Dark (The Dark Duet Book 1) Kindle Edition by CJ Roberts (Author) Caleb is a man with a singular interest i...

Woken: tillys-love-heart: fueledby-fuentes: tomfuckinmison: myformofimagination: Ok, so here's personal story time. I went to Disney World Magic Kingdom today wearing this pink and white sun dress and my hair was in soft curls. My hair is sort of long, but you can't really tell that from the picture. Anyway, we were walking around for a little while, and then this mother walked up to me holding her daughter's hand. At first I kind of got nervous because I don't just get randomly talked to on the norm. But then the mother kind of embarrassingly said "I don't mean to bother you dear, but my daughter here has been asking me non stop since she's seen you if you were Sleeping Beauty and if it's your day off." Ok, now I do not look like any Disney Princess. So I assumed she only thought this because of my hair and dress (I would imagine if Sleeping Beauty were walking around Disney in the summertime on her day off she would wear a pink sun dress. Or blue lol). I looked down at the daughter, who was wearing a Sleeping Beauty kids dress and she was kind of hiding behind her mom and smiling. So instead of telling her no, this is what I did: I bent down to my knees sol could be on her level andI said, "Oh Princess, you must have just woken up for behaving so silly. Obviously you are Princess Aurora, you are Princess Aurora, aren't you?" I pointed to her dress. "It really is an honor to meet you. You're my favorite Disney Princess." By now she was giggling and moving out from behind her mom. "But I have to warn you. I heard that an evil sorceress is out to get you, so be careful. Make sure you be safe and stay away from spinning wheels!" I looked up at the girl's mother who had the biggest smile on her face. "Ok Princess, you better get back to running the kingdom. And remember to always keep dreaming!" The girl then gave me a hug. When they were walking away the mother turned back to me and I noticed her eyes were watery. She mouthed "thank you". And that, ladies and gentlemen, gave me the most satisfying feeling I have ever had. last time i went to disney land someone mistook me for a trash collector I just spit everywhere Two kinds of people Tumblr users go to Disneylandomg-humor.tumblr.com
Woken: tillys-love-heart:
 fueledby-fuentes:
 tomfuckinmison:
 myformofimagination:
 Ok, so here's personal story
 time.
 I went to Disney World Magic
 Kingdom today wearing this
 pink and white sun dress and
 my hair was in soft curls. My
 hair is sort of long, but you
 can't really tell that from the
 picture.
 Anyway, we were walking
 around for a little while, and
 then this mother walked up
 to me holding her daughter's
 hand. At first I kind of got
 nervous because I don't just
 get randomly talked to on the
 norm. But then the mother
 kind of embarrassingly said
 "I don't mean to bother you
 dear, but my daughter here
 has been asking me non stop
 since she's seen you if you
 were Sleeping Beauty and if
 it's your day off."
 Ok, now I do not look like
 any Disney Princess. So I
 assumed she only thought
 this because of my hair and
 dress (I would imagine if
 Sleeping Beauty were
 walking around Disney in the
 summertime on her day off
 she would wear a pink sun
 dress. Or blue lol).
 I looked down at the
 daughter, who was wearing a
 Sleeping Beauty kids dress
 and she was kind of hiding
 behind her mom and smiling.
 So instead of telling her no,
 this is what I did:
 I bent down to my knees sol
 could be on her level andI
 said, "Oh Princess, you must
 have just woken up for
 behaving so silly. Obviously
 you are Princess Aurora,
 you are Princess Aurora,
 aren't you?" I pointed to her
 dress. "It really is an honor to
 meet you. You're my favorite
 Disney Princess." By now
 she was giggling and moving
 out from behind her mom.
 "But I have to warn you. I
 heard that an evil sorceress
 is out to get you, so be
 careful. Make sure you be
 safe and stay away from
 spinning wheels!" I looked up
 at the girl's mother who had
 the biggest smile on her
 face. "Ok Princess, you
 better get back to running
 the kingdom. And remember
 to always keep dreaming!"
 The girl then gave me a hug.
 When they were walking
 away the mother turned back
 to me and I noticed her eyes
 were watery. She mouthed
 "thank you".
 And that, ladies and
 gentlemen, gave me the
 most satisfying feeling I have
 ever had.
 last time i went to disney land
 someone mistook me for a
 trash collector
 I just spit everywhere
 Two kinds of people
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Woken: pretty-boy-jon: ooswinssouffle: appropriately-inappropriate: rukafais: graveyardhorse: korrakun: my favorite college experience is when i had a 7am class and the kid next to me literally poured a monster energy drink into his coffee said "i'm going to die" and drank the whole thing i knew a guy who brewed his instant coffee with monster instead of water. three cups in two hours. i think he ascended to the astral realm the survivability of the human race never ceases to amaze me TABI ANECDOTE My final year I lived with engineering masters students. One night, I'm finishing up my final paper, I'm juuuust backing up my final copy, and my housemate's cat knocks a vase over onto my laptop. Which wouldn't be a problem except my cable had been chewed on (thanks Kobe), so the wiring was exposed. Circuits short out, I fling myself back to avoid electrocution and by the time we get the situation handled, my laptop AND my external hard drive have been fried by the surge. I mean, fried. Like, they-are-vaguely-smoking fried. I tart to cry, because there goes fifty percent of my final grade. Ahmad just goes "it's okay, we will fix". I'm like "how the fuck do you propose that?" And he's like "I have spare laptop." "THIS IS DUE IN THE AM!" And he looks me dead in the eye and goes, "I said I will help. Go get the laptop." So off I go. By the time I make it downstairs, there's this chemical Ireek/ in the kitchen. I go in and there he is, methodically crushing caffeine pills with the bottom of a glass on a ceramic plate, periodically dusting the powder into a cooking pot. Meanwhile, his coffee pot is chugging away on the counter. As I watch, he takes the coffee pot, empties it into the cooking pot, lets THAT come to a boil and dumps in some of his Turkish coffee, AND the remaining caffeine pill powder, which by now is starting to look uncomfortably like coke. He lets that steep, and by now the coffee/burning smell is so strong it's woken up all six of the other housemates, who have all come downstairs and are vacillating between staring at my laptop and at this concoction with undisguised horror. He pours this sludge into a mug, stirs in about four /tablespoons/ of sugar and slides it my way. | figure that I'm probably dead either way regardless, so I suck it back, through my teeth as I go. filtering the gror I've had three sips when it hits, and I feel my heart trip on a beat. I must have gone white cause he nods, all pleased, and points me at his laptop. Long story short, I got an week's extension, didn't sleep for five days, had a conversation with my BLINDS in SPANISH, and got a B+, with a note that it was an "engaging read and well-written, when intelligible". To this day, coffee any stronger than a pale off-beige makes my chest hurt. I honestly thought he was going to drink the coffee and perform was magic on the laptop but. nope. even better. Honest to god, I really want to know how that conversation with the blinds went. Bruh. BRUH. College coffee storiesomg-humor.tumblr.com
Woken: pretty-boy-jon:
 ooswinssouffle:
 appropriately-inappropriate:
 rukafais:
 graveyardhorse:
 korrakun:
 my favorite college experience is when i had a 7am class
 and the kid next to me literally poured a monster energy
 drink into his coffee said "i'm going to die" and drank the
 whole thing
 i knew a guy who brewed his instant coffee with monster
 instead of water. three cups in two hours. i think he ascended
 to the astral realm
 the survivability of the human race never ceases to amaze me
 TABI ANECDOTE
 My final year I lived with engineering masters students. One night, I'm
 finishing up my final paper, I'm juuuust backing up my final copy, and
 my housemate's cat knocks a vase over onto my laptop.
 Which wouldn't be a problem except my cable had been chewed on
 (thanks Kobe), so the wiring was exposed. Circuits short out, I fling
 myself back to avoid electrocution and by the time we get the situation
 handled, my laptop AND my external hard drive have been fried by
 the surge.
 I mean, fried. Like, they-are-vaguely-smoking fried.
 I tart to cry, because there goes fifty percent of my final grade.
 Ahmad just goes "it's okay, we will fix". I'm like "how the fuck do you
 propose that?" And he's like "I have spare laptop." "THIS IS DUE IN
 THE AM!"
 And he looks me dead in the eye and goes, "I said I will help. Go get
 the laptop."
 So off I go. By the time I make it downstairs, there's this chemical
 Ireek/ in the kitchen. I go in and there he is, methodically crushing
 caffeine pills with the bottom of a glass on a ceramic plate,
 periodically dusting the powder into a cooking pot. Meanwhile, his
 coffee pot is chugging away on the counter.
 As I watch, he takes the coffee pot, empties it into the cooking pot,
 lets THAT come to a boil and dumps in some of his Turkish coffee,
 AND the remaining caffeine pill powder, which by now is starting to
 look uncomfortably like coke.
 He lets that steep, and by now the coffee/burning smell is so strong
 it's woken up all six of the other housemates, who have all come
 downstairs and are vacillating between staring at my laptop and at
 this concoction with undisguised horror.
 He pours this sludge into a mug, stirs in about four /tablespoons/ of
 sugar and slides it my way.
 | figure that I'm probably dead either way regardless, so I suck it back,
 through my teeth as I go.
 filtering the gror
 I've had three sips when it hits, and I feel my heart trip on a beat. I
 must have gone white cause he nods, all pleased, and points me at
 his laptop.
 Long story short, I got an week's extension, didn't sleep for five days,
 had a conversation with my BLINDS in SPANISH, and got a B+, with a
 note that it was an "engaging read and well-written, when intelligible".
 To this day, coffee any stronger than a pale off-beige makes my chest
 hurt.
 I honestly thought he was going to drink the coffee and perform was
 magic on the laptop but. nope. even better. Honest to god, I really want
 to know how that conversation with the blinds went.
 Bruh. BRUH.
College coffee storiesomg-humor.tumblr.com

College coffee storiesomg-humor.tumblr.com

Woken: Dear Door-to-Door Religious Salespeople; As a resident of a property that seems to attract your types, I've begun to see it as absolutely necessary to bring a few things to your attention. First, I keep an irregular schedule, and you nearly always show up while I'm trying to sleep. Not the best first impression. There's a reason that I don't go around knocking on people's doors at odd hours of the night seeking to engage strangers in theological discussions. Come to think of it, I wouldn't do that at any time. It just seems creepy and intrusive. Secondly, I'm an adult. Being that I have spent more than 30 years on this earth, it's just not realistic for someone like yourself to assume that there's a vacuum where my belief system should be. Sincere contemplation of that idea seems like it ought to reduce the options we're left with, leaving it at either your complete lack of consideration that I may already be in possession of beliefs contrary to yours, or that you think my beliefs are wrong. That's not really a great place to start from, either. Think of it this way: You're spending your day walking up to knock on strangers' doors, to tell them that the conclusions their life experiences have lead them to are not just wrong, but damnably wrong. All you have to offer is a ticket to a really good place, and exemption from a really bad place, neither of which I believe in, nor could be convinced to believe in by someone so fucking stupid that they think I'd be receptive to having this conversation after being woken up. I can't help but feel that a religion based on the same practices as door-to-door kitchen knife and vacuum cleaner sales people is missing something from its' basic moral structure. Why don't you do something productive, like open a fucking soup kitchen and preach at people you have by the balls via their hunger? I mean sure, captive audience and whatever, but at least it would provide you a fucking purpose to your shit attempts at missionary work. Can we just assume that door and talk to you, it wouldn't make either of us happy? I actually did open the If vou Westboro-style motherfuckers have something remotely responsible like a "Do Not Knock" list. please fucking well put this address on there. As a matter of fact, I solemnly swear that for every fucking pamphlet you leave at my door, I will masturbate at LEAST once to gay porn. Won't you end up going to hell if you continue doing something you know for shit sure will make me send myself to hell? At least it certainly wouldn't seem very ... Christian, of you. I do have to give your version of God some level of credit; it's an actual fucking miracle you don't all end up shot. In conclusion, go fuck yourselves. failnation: Angry Neighbor Wrote a Letter to Jehovah’s Witnesseshttp://failnation.tumblr.com
Woken: Dear Door-to-Door Religious Salespeople;
 As a resident of a property that seems to attract your types, I've begun to see it as absolutely
 necessary to bring a few things to your attention.
 First, I keep an irregular schedule, and you nearly always show up while I'm trying to sleep. Not the best
 first impression. There's a reason that I don't go around knocking on people's doors at odd hours of the
 night seeking to engage strangers in theological discussions. Come to think of it, I wouldn't do that at
 any time. It just seems creepy and intrusive.
 Secondly, I'm an adult. Being that I have spent more than 30 years on this earth, it's just not realistic for
 someone like yourself to assume that there's a vacuum where my belief system should be. Sincere
 contemplation of that idea seems like it ought to reduce the options we're left with, leaving it at either
 your complete lack of consideration that I may already be in possession of beliefs contrary to yours, or
 that you think my beliefs are wrong. That's not really a great place to start from, either.
 Think of it this way: You're spending your day walking up to knock on strangers' doors, to tell them that
 the conclusions their life experiences have lead them to are not just wrong, but damnably wrong. All you
 have to offer is a ticket to a really good place, and exemption from a really bad place, neither of which I
 believe in, nor could be convinced to believe in by someone so fucking stupid that they think I'd be
 receptive to having this conversation after being woken up.
 I can't help but feel that a religion based on the same practices as door-to-door kitchen knife and
 vacuum cleaner sales people is missing something from its' basic moral structure. Why don't you do
 something productive, like open a fucking soup kitchen and preach at people you have by the balls via
 their hunger? I mean sure, captive audience and whatever, but at least it would provide you a fucking
 purpose to your shit attempts at missionary work. Can we just assume that
 door and talk to you, it wouldn't make either of us happy?
 I actually did open the
 If vou Westboro-style motherfuckers have something remotely responsible like a "Do Not Knock" list.
 please fucking well put this address on there. As a matter of fact, I solemnly swear that for every fucking
 pamphlet you leave at my door, I will masturbate at LEAST once to gay porn. Won't you end up going to
 hell if you continue doing something you know for shit sure will make me send myself to hell? At least it
 certainly wouldn't seem very ... Christian, of you.
 I do have to give your version of God some level of credit; it's an actual fucking miracle you don't all end
 up shot.
 In conclusion, go fuck yourselves.
failnation:

Angry Neighbor Wrote a Letter to Jehovah’s Witnesseshttp://failnation.tumblr.com

failnation: Angry Neighbor Wrote a Letter to Jehovah’s Witnesseshttp://failnation.tumblr.com

Woken: Burnt Galaxy S4 owner gets offered a new One M8 by HTC 28 JULY, 2014 About a month back, a reddit user 'TweektheGeek' was woken up by the smell of his Galaxy S4 (not related to this recent incident), which overheated and started melting while the phone was charging overnight. In this case, the person was using original Samsung parts, including the battery and the charger. GALAXY S After contacting Samsung about it, the reddit user was promised a replacement phone and a box to send the damaged phone to the company. However, the user only received a box and never received his new phone despite several attempts to contact the company, which later started ignoring him. As he was telling his story on reddit, an HTC Product Manager replied to his post and offered him a brand new HTC One M8 as a replacement for his old Galaxy S4 for no extra charge. The only thing he asked for in return is that if Samsung were to ship him his replacement phone some time in the future, the user should donate the replacement phone to charity or auction it off and donate the funds to a charitable organization. This is an excellent gesture from HTC and it's not an uncommon thing for the company, which has in the past offered a free device as a gesture of goodwill to other people under various circumstances. It's unlikely that Samsung will stay quiet after all this but unfortunately for them, they have already lost a customer, and probably a few others who may have read this story. МЕМЕРIХ.COм CНECK OUT MЕМЕРIХ.COM One of the many reasons why I love HTC.omg-humor.tumblr.com
Woken: Burnt Galaxy S4 owner gets
 offered a new One M8 by HTC
 28 JULY, 2014
 About a month back, a reddit user 'TweektheGeek'
 was woken up by the smell of his Galaxy S4 (not
 related to this recent incident), which overheated and
 started melting while the phone was charging
 overnight. In this case, the person was using original
 Samsung parts, including the battery and the charger.
 GALAXY S
 After contacting Samsung about it, the reddit user was
 promised a replacement phone and a box to send the
 damaged phone to the company. However, the user
 only received a box and never received his new phone
 despite several attempts to contact the company,
 which later started ignoring him.
 As he was telling his story on reddit, an HTC Product
 Manager replied to his post and offered him a brand
 new HTC One M8 as a replacement for his old Galaxy
 S4 for no extra charge. The only thing he asked for in
 return is that if Samsung were to ship him his
 replacement phone some time in the future, the user
 should donate the replacement phone to charity or
 auction it off and donate the funds to a charitable
 organization.
 This is an excellent gesture from HTC and it's not an
 uncommon thing for the company, which has in the
 past offered a free device as a gesture of goodwill to
 other people under various circumstances.
 It's unlikely that Samsung will stay quiet after all this
 but unfortunately for them, they have already lost a
 customer, and probably a few others who may have
 read this story.
 МЕМЕРIХ.COм
 CНECK OUT MЕМЕРIХ.COM
One of the many reasons why I love HTC.omg-humor.tumblr.com

One of the many reasons why I love HTC.omg-humor.tumblr.com

Woken: myurlsmellsofgoldenmahogany: Opening tumblr when you’ve just woken up in the morning.
Woken: myurlsmellsofgoldenmahogany:

Opening tumblr when you’ve just woken up in the morning.

myurlsmellsofgoldenmahogany: Opening tumblr when you’ve just woken up in the morning.