I don't let people touch my new iPhone
Lets go play on our bikes.
Let's get some chicks!
Because people are dying to get in.
Here in the U.S. we just ask them how many grams are in an ounce.
Bear 1: You're adopted Bear 2: The cancer is terminal Bear 3: This tweet ain't funny
Rob...wait for it... erto! Rubeartoe!
iPhone. - No, I meant the number. - It's a 6. - No, to contact you. - I don't use it for that.
My iPhone 6.
The back of her head.
Ebowla.
To match their hipster owners' jeans.