A few nights ago, I was sitting around watching tv with the boy when I received this photo via text from some person in San Francisco:
I like when things like this happen, so I decided to reply.
Me: HI!!!!! You guys look like you're having FUN!!! What are you DOING?! Where is this?
SF: now who is this..im sorry!
Me: Your mom?
SF: its your shower..right?
Me: I prefer baths, actually.
SF: my mother aint here no moe!
SF: do i have yhe wrong#
Me: Moe really isn't a flattering name for a woman...it's probably for the best she changed it.
SF: you miss your callin my niggah!
Me: No I didn't! I had it on vibrate.
SF: please go to bed...hope for your ever lasting dirt nap!
Me: It's things like this that make me love you.
Me: Are we friends? I hope we are friends.
(At this point she decides to call me, but of course I do not answer because that would have been awkward. She also does not leave a voicemail.)
SF: i think i dial da wrong number..sorry mr not funny!
Me: I'm a girl. :( And I'm laughing so hard I'm crying.
Me: We're still friends, right?
SF: i dail the wrong number....
SF: great sense of humor
Me: Aw! We are friends!
SF: now..lets become freind..who da hell is you..r you hot?
(What kind of question is that to ask a new friend?)
Me: Not so hot. It's February.
After that the responses got really boring and I lost interest, so I'm not even going to bother posting the rest.