The point in which your frustration has reached a climax, and you are consumed by the sudden urge to throw your cell phone, preferably in the general direction of another individual
Jim Bob: What you got there John?
John: It's the iPhone 4s.
Jim Bob: It looks just like your old iPhone 4.
John: Yeah, and I'm about to pull a Naomi on this pos
Joshua: I heard mom is expecting her 20th next Spring.
Jim Bob: Yeah, and I'm about to pull a Naomi on that %&$#*