

I feel for you.
training ai on your photo’s without even asking. wankers
I have just copied my elderly friends 2000 photos from google photos to my desktop, then deleted all of them from her phone. Had to do it with my browser, they only allow you to delete 30 photos at a time on the phone. tossers.
Installed droid-ify, installed lawnchair, fossify gallery, fossify messages, fossify contacts. perfect.
imported her photos back on to her phone:
Intentionally painful but its done.
bring on ADB, I have deleted everything with a G in it.
first one: I wrote a simple little bash script for these:
adb shell pm uninstall --user 0 com.android.chrome
okgoogle, xgoogle, Gmail, calender, Calendar Sync, videos, googlequicksearchbox, youtube, music, Google Contacts Sync, googleassistant, Google Digital Well Being App, Google Duo, Google Pay, google photos and Google Drive with adb so its doesnt happen again.
This poor women is 84, WTF does she know about modern tech, google are tossers
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I would get rid of fairphone rom and install another rom:
unlock your bootloader. easy guide from Fairphone.
then install lineage or E/os custom rom
We could send in the passports of our entire family by post.
With the names and adresses of our children’s school’s and school teachers.
you could then contact the teachers directly to confirm that the children are of age.
Then, Go online and spread the “we have nothing to hide”, “we must protect our children” mantra.
yep! thats sounds about right, for a one eyed, single celled mollusc, living under a nuclear radiated rock.
LOL!
To the legislators of Mississippi.
one of my favourite songs: Tough shit wilson by Splodgenessabounds. great band
Tough shit was born in Mississippi (orignially Tennessee*) He was deaf and dumb, he measured 4 foot 3 He had one arm, one leg, no teeth, and one plum He married a girl in 62, she was a 60 year old leper, called Mary Lou But she died of cancer on her anniversary
[Chorus:] They call him toughshit, toughshit Wilson Toughshit, thoughshit was his name Toughshit was left with a baby son, who died on leukemia, at the age of one And toughshit was left with his guide doggy called roach Till one day crossing with his dog on a wee doach But roach didn’t see the coach approach And the wheels rolled gently over toughshits head
I think a doach is a railway track, but Im not sure, its scottish. Who the fuck can understand those bastards.
[Chorus:] They call him toughshit, toughshit Wilson And toughshit was his name They call him toughshit And toughshit was his claim to fame At tough shits funeral, no one came The vicar was late and it poured with rain They dropped the coffin down a flight of stairs But let us not forget toughshits pain And perhaps he never died in vein but when it comes to that Who fucking cares, not me I don’t See upcoming rock shows Get tickets for your favorite artists