THE FUTURIST! wanted desperately to call haiku to tell him about this montage of a horror/thriller movie cliche plot device, but THE FUTURIST! couldn't get a signal on his cell phone from his location in a cabin high up in the remote hills of North Western New Jersey where, he believed, mutant inbred mountain people who eat human flesh were roaming about. It was quite a stressful weekend. He's safe, now.
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It would be strange to hear an Irish person say "no signal" or "no bars". Normally, I'd just say I've no reception. There you go now.
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