My officemate, who has been enduring the longest, most immature break-up scenario one can imagine for several months, was recently accused by her ex of giving him some vague sexually transmitted disease. Freaked out and worried, she went to the doctor for a series of tests and came up with a clean bill of health. In response to her good news, he sent her a bunch of text messages calling her a slut. (?)
Today, she got another text message: I got a tumor in my left nut and they have 2 cut it off. I bet U R happy.
Yes. Yes, I bet she is.
Nelson Muntz said to say, “Ha ha!”
To be fair, after all that bother, I’d be DAMN HAPPY.
Now if they could just take the other one with it and prevent him from perpetuating his craziness…
Okay, that message single-handed justifies the entire “texting” phenomenon.
What sucks is that she’s really sweet and was torn up about the breakup until this shit started. Now she’s just incredulous. And laughing at him. :P
“You’re just like a fine-tipped pen” “What do you mean?” “UNIBALL!”
Thing.
damn. didn’t work.
OK, go here.
Can she text back emoticons? Because a nice, over-done smiley seems like the only appropriate response.
Ugh, why can’t my ex be sterile? Hee.
Not texting back at all would be best (along with showing his increasingly stupid text messages to all her friends).