Monday, April 22, 2013


Every now and then I can't help tweaking those who text without identifying themselves.  This weekend, I got one:

txtr:  Yahmeia?

pb:  Who is this?

txtr:  Booja!

pb:  Booya your self.  Who beedzis?

txtr:  Is tht yameia?

pb:  No. Rmeia iz heronner skidmore.

(Actually, Elmira's mayor is indeed a Ms. Skidmore.)

txtr:  No response:

After a pause, I couldn't resist:

pb:  Seriously, dude.  Wrong number.

It's mean, I know, and someday it will come back to bite me in the butt.  Right now, however, I get my jollies wherever I can.

Little Pond

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