Guess What Google?
You are not fucking getting my mobile phone number so you can stop asking for it now, like 11 billion times already.
I say, “No, thank you,” and the prompt comes back up like we didn’t just have that conversation. Then, I say, “Decline, no fucking thank you, you fucking “‘Let’s wear that bitch down’ fuck,” and it allows me to move on, —until a few email checks later.
NO MEANS NO!