Droid XXX
As fast as the Spanish bulls and as excited as the hooligans they chase, thoughts of the X are constantly stampeding inside my head. The thrill rushes through my veins from my head down to my hands. It is in my hands that I get the craving to caress the X?s long, slender body. She has a voluptuous rack up top with a skinny body?the kind of good looks that all the other phones wish they had. I could get lost staring into her beautiful 8 mega-pixel eye and whether I?m looking at her front side or back side, she always keeps an eye on me. Her parents are going through a split, but they worked together as one to give birth to her beauty and design. She is designed perfectly with three beautiful holes: two for my mouth and one to get the crap out. She loves it when I touch the front side of her body and take control, or when I go lower and press all the right buttons. She never minds when I use both hands to multi-touch. I love it when she whispers in my ear or screams out directions. She looks amazing in the dark and still manages to look good in the sun. She?s fast and loves to play games?and she?s even down to record videos of us fooling around. Best of all, she doesn?t even mind if they end up on YouTube or get played back throughout the whole house in high definition.
Basically, I feel that the Droid X is the hottest phone of the year because I like my smartphones like I like my women: hot as summer and black as midnight.