My bluetooth loves to make calls. It really loves to hang up calls. It especially likes to hang up as I am in the middle of a sentence. I guess this goes hand and hand with making calls while my phone, and bluetooth, are both in my pocket.

Since the bluetooth seems to have a mind of its own, with a wicked sence of humor, I have decided that my bluetooth needs to take the blame more often.

If a project is a late, bluetooth’s fault. If I am late, bluetooth’s fault. High gas prices, low bank balance, all bluetooth’s fault. Iraq, bad intelligence via bluetooth. Ran out of weed? Bluetooth smoked it. Looking for the leftovers from last night? Bluetooth ate them. Wondering why your favorite show didn’t Tivo…bluetooth canceled the season pass.

See what I mean? It’s very easy to blame bluetooth. So the next time the cops are questioning you about that 19 16-year-old girl you met at the Hannah Montana concert, just blame bluetooth.