A Girl...

Too Old to Rock and Roll; Too Young to Die**

So I got a new cell phone. And this new cell phone, unlike my old cell phone, gets hot against my cheek when I use it. This is worrisome.

"Is this thing going to give me cancer?"

"Yes. We will both die of brain tumors, holding hands."

"That's very romantic, but..."

"'Hey, honey, how's your tumor?' 'It hurts! How's yours?' 'It hurts!'"

"...As I was saying, if this thing is going to give me phone cancer, I'd rather die for some other reason than to hear you singing Eagles songs."

*singing*"James Dean! James Dean! I know just what you mean!"

"Um, I think I need to go now..."

**Fifty gold stars to whoever gets this reference--no Googling!