new phone

after losing my cell phone in tivoli, i came home and acquired a replacement - same species as the one i had before. since then i have been very diligently teaching the new twin's predictive texting function all of the curse words that i use in my classy daily conversations, which its predecessor had already learned and submissively proffered in its collective word bank. now when i decide that the word boobs or bullshit or fucker needs to be part of my cell phone's vocabulary, i feel somewhat like i am corrupting a child.