Steve. Steve, Steve. I treat you like a son. I buy the Macs, download songs from iTunes at .99¢ per, buy the stock, write some nice posts about you – all of it. And this is how you repay me? That’s the shit Martha Stewart pulls. Gotta call it both ways, and right now, that looks pretty fucked up. Hey Martha Jobs, get yer shit together. Here’s what you do: Come clean and do the mea culpa thing. (Worked for Mel, always works for Britney, and even Michael Richa..., well, him, not so much). Then, get back to work on that damn iPhone. Before Gates comes out with the MyShoePhone.Tags: advertising, Steve Jobs, SEC, Apple
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