I get a lot of shit for text messaging, but do you ever stop to think how much some people would have benefited from this technological marvel throughout history?
“yo Abe, r u still going 2 the theatr 2nite? hve a weird feeling bout it, y dont u and mary cum by here instead? dont wnt 2 talk about sl8very all nite tho, its my weekend 2 u kno? txt me back.”
“hey just wnted 2 give the heads up, CC on way w 3 shps, want 2 colonize u. dont unless u think casinos r gr8. txt me back.”
“hey u, horse = greeks. dont let in. did i leave my toga @ ur place? txt me back.”
“wut up Romeo, its ur boy the friar. gave ur girl sum shit, not dead. mayb u could giv it to her in her sleep tho lol. brunch tomoro? txt me back.”
“british r cuming, british r cuming, british r cuming. dont feel lk goin out 2nite but txt me back 2 let me kno u got this.”
I rest my case.
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hit counter Hits and self esteem are positively correlated, so please click "reload." My neighbors, who will benefit from a significant increase in the number of Haagen-Dazs pints available to them at our corner deli, thank you. And I do, too.
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