I hate cell phones. Sometimes I still work at the bookstore, and I fucking hate those idiots who stand in line yapping about stupid shit while you’re trying to check them out. I hate idiots who drive while babbling on their cell phones. Worst of all I hate the cretins who just absolutely have to have intensely private conversations about their colonoscopies or fight with their boyfriends in really loud voices in public. Once I heard a woman ordering something, giving her credit card number very loudly. I wrote it down and considered giving it to her but got distracted. At least in North Korea you don’t have to worry about that crap. You do, however, have to worry about being executed for calling a buddy.

No Cell Phones in North Korea!

(note: this is from The Daily Mail, which loves to outrage people, so take that as you may)