Monday, October 4, 2010

Text Messenger


It's good to have close friends. The kind you can talk about the serious stuff with. Or not. I love wasting time, energy and money on pointless text messaging. The phone companies love me too.

Text Messenger 1: What are you doing today dr big dick?
Text Messenger 2: Measuring my girth
TM 1: And with the remaining 23 hours 59 minutes and 59 seconds of the day?
TM 2: FA
TM 1: I went to Mamak last night. I wouldn’t be waiting an hour to eat there.
TM 2: Me either. I wouldn’t wait a minute to hear any more bullshit from you either.
TM 1: No need to wait. I can stream that shit live
TM 2: Into my domepiece? You’re a codpiece.
TM 1: Your breath is a codpiece. I hit your brother in the head last night. Made a hollow sound.
TM 2: Your face needs a codpiece because it is a cod
TM 1: Nah that smell is just from all the snatch
TM 2: Uh huh
TM 1: What’s stuck in your anus today?
TM 2: Let me give you a list… What are you doing?
TM 1: Finishing my lunch.
TM 1: Go on. Where’s the list?
TM 2: Tyytghgffggggvvcfdsssijjjbvvb
TM 1: Is that an Icelandic volcano?
TM 2: Yep. Stuck in my anus.
TM 1: Sounds like a ring stinger