by Chris Bodenner

A reader writes:

Why bother sourcing a Swedish advert terror when we've got our very own? Yes, I'm talking about Palm Pre Girl. My dreams are haunted by this clearly overmedicated ginger/albino woman, who pops up out of nowhere to harass me with her random, Facebook-update thoughts. She appears to live in an animated Windows desktop, uses a tone that's far more familiar than I like, and the entire thing has a sinister element to it. You know, like maybe the twist is that she's dead. Or that I'm dead. Or that sometime in the near future, she'll crawl out of my desktop and kill me in my sleep.

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