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Belkin TuneCast I FM Transmitter |
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Written by Andy
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Wednesday, 14 February 2007 |
 This is a piece of shit. Don't waste your money.
Sorry to be such a downer, but this thing sucks. I go through more batteries with this one device than my entire collection of hand-carved battery-operated Egyptian vibrators that I won at an auction back in September. Seriously, this is a waste of technology. Some factory worker could have been busy making weapons of mass destruction instead of snapping this piece of garbage together.
One of the major issues I have with this transmitter is that when I'm driving in my car - this thing is plugged into my IPOD Nano - and some jackass next to me is listening to Jack Kevorkian radio in the morning, I pick up his broadcast for a few seconds. Damnit, I want to listen to the Circle Jerks! Then I have to hold this piece of shit in my hand and try to keep the frequency sounding right. This is just not a cool contraption.
I'm apparently a dinosaur when it comes to new technology. I'm just not in the game, so to speak. Most people tell me to ditch the transmitter and rewire my entire car stereo to hold an IPOD system next to the CD player. First of all, I'm way too cheap to do that. I have been holding out for cassette tapes to make a comeback in cars(soon, they will). Next, that just sounds too complicated. I'm a simple person. Very very simple.
So, my overall grade for this item is a low D. If I were a teacher, I'd give it a 66 and ask it to see me after class. Then, when all the other items have left the room, I'd take this piece of machinery out of sight and spank it until it shaped up. I'd spank it good! I'd leave it's tight little ass looking red and swollen! I'd feel my cold, naked hand across the quivering, blushing rear-end of this transmitter! I'd spank it over and over and over again. It would cry out for me and understand that I am the adult in charge!
After a while, I'd let it go back to it's locker. I'd tell it not to talk about this to anyone. It will be our little secret. After it leaves the room, though, I look down at my hand.... and sniff my fingers. |
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 14 February 2007 )
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