For many decades my family has passed down the sacred iPhone charger from father to son and so forth.
So understand the epic drama I had when I realised after getting completely wrecked at Damien and Tommy's Epic Eurovison Party, left with my worldly possessions in a cheap shit Co-Op carrier bag that split without me knowing about it and spewing upon the pavement my iPhone charger.
You see that was the last of the wind talkers, the horse whispers and virgins within a BS post code. So I had to use the one out of my iPhone 3GS box, view the picture below to realise my problem and subsequent resolution.
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