Living with The BlackBerry PlayBook is like dating someone with a drinking problem. When you first meet, things are great. She seems fun. A lot of fun.
I mean fun, like she can drink you under the table, and sometimes when you’re under it, she’ll be dancing on top of it. After a while though, the violent mood swings and the smell of whiskey on her breath at noon on a Monday isn’t endearing anymore. She’s a hot mess, and you’re sort of over it.
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