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Jan 22, 2007 20:41

I don't text you. You don't text me. And when you do text me, I hate you. I think about eating your babies. I think about slapping you with a frying pan. I think about the fact that you don't know me well enough to know that I regard text messages just as highly as I regard Germany. And I regard Germany about as highly as a removed strand of hair. ( Read more... )

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agloriousday January 23 2007, 01:48:25 UTC
worst part about text messages -- they are forgetting the fact that YOU have to pay to receive that shit, and pay more to answer. FUCK THEM

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cominginsecond January 23 2007, 01:54:23 UTC
i was about to text you, but i'm afraid youll make me listen to akon or something.

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biscuiteater January 23 2007, 02:22:17 UTC
I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow. Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.

I almost think I might kinda like that song.

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henryandanais January 23 2007, 02:16:36 UTC
but i like 2 txt

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amandalion January 23 2007, 03:42:07 UTC
well excuse me
i believe i sent you a text last weekend
but never again, i promise

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biscuiteater January 23 2007, 04:12:02 UTC
Did you? I don't even know when I get them because I don't have a ringer set. I'm such a fan of calling.

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discreet_chaos January 23 2007, 06:06:37 UTC
While I can understand the concept of text sex, I don't get all of the fee-based dirty text lines which advertise in the middle of the night. I haven't actually seen any of the fine print paused, but it looks like they charge 99¢ for every message, they send you. So, if one were to get a chatty grandma who's good at trickling out the text, whomever stupid enough to use the service could be out a pretty penny.

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