I have two phones, actually. I have a white BlackBerry Pearl that's my every day phone.
It used to be black but after opening to many beer bottles and dropping it a few times, the case finally fell apart and I ordered a replacement housing on eBay that would match all my gadgets. Shit's a tank, man. I arrange my appointments, listen to music, check my email and, wouldn't you know it, I open beer bottles with it too. It has never broken down, crashed or dropped a call on me. Basically, it's been more reliable than my last 4 exes combined.
My other phone which is the one I used before my very first iPhone (which I hated) is an AT&T HTC 8125.
It's not a bad phone or anything but I just keep it mostly as a backup phone and I was using it for my school line for a while. However, recently I lent it to one of my coworkers because the mic in her
Tilt fried and couldn't talk to anyone so I figured she could use this instead of having to settle for some chickenshit throwaway phone. This was a great phone up until the battery bloated and bricked it. I had to flash the phone, reinstall Windows Mobile onto it and buy a new battery for it but it works again. It's also a gargantuan brick that's a far cry from my little BlackBerry.
What I want to get when I renew my contract is the BlackBerry Bold 9700.
That's a sexy bitch, right there. Plus, I like how they removed the trackball and just put in a touch sensor. It's so much faster than my Pearl too. I'll probably get it within the next couple of months.
Additional Spam:
Fuck you guys and your little bullshit girly phones.
Motorola i580. Big, thick, rubberized. I can drop it off a house, run it over with my car, throw a hail mary with it and have the person I'm throwing to miss the catch, and it'll keep ticking like nothing happened. This is a good thing because I have a tendency to do all of the above.
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HAHA! My cousin has that same phone and he actually popped me with it when we got in a drunken argument over losing in Street Fighter this summer. He threw it at my head and clocked me right behind the ear, the miserable fuck. He then picked up the phone, called his brother for a ride to pick him and then he went home. My head took more damage than that phone ever did.
Jam it back in, in the dark.