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Monday evening, I noticed four text messages I received from a number I did not recognize with a 985-area code: Hey babe
Heyy mehh foxyy ladyy
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Heyyy babee Yes, I was a victim of sexy wrong-number texting. Assuming the problem would resolve itself, I ignored them. I've fielded a few wrong-number calls on my phone since I moved to the MPLS, and I figured that this guy would realize his mistake when he sobered up on Tuesday. I was wrong. At 7:14 a.m. on Tuesday, I received yet another text from the same number: Good luckk... This morning with ur dance practice And again, during Six-Ring Circus rehearsal that night: Heyy babee
Heyy mehh sexyy foxxyy ladiee
Heyy mehh sexyy foxxyy ladiee
Heyyyy Annoyed, I showed the texts to my old improv coach, tech guru Chuck, after the show, complaining that I would have to block the number. He chided me, pointing out a potentially-missed opportunity to fuck with the life of a total stranger. I met up with bupwethern and carinbrat at Green Mill, explained the situation, and unfolded our revenge plot. It started with a text from me: Hey cutie I missed ya When we didn't get a response forty-five minutes later, I sent another message: Y r u ignring me Immediately: What u mean dis is bailey rite Oh, it was on. U kno who it is dont fuk wit me... I m wet
Who At this point, I handed the phone off to bupwethern, who took his time carefully crafting the appropriate response: U been txting me. I thought youd wanna hear about my dance practice. Ill dace 4 U";)
What ur name and i memt to send that 2 my gf my bad Well, the jig was up. The honorable thing to do was confess: You have been erroneously texting me for the past 48 hours. I do hope you resolve the matter with your "hot snatch." Best of luck with the poontang, dear sir. Best regards, Tyrone Bibbins, Esq. I haven't received a text from him since. I had imagined a scenario, though, where I would read a story on nola.com about a young woman tragically murdered by her boyfriend, the circumstances stemming from a misunderstanding over text messages. And then, because there's something wrong with me, I imagined this:  On the season premier of Law & Order: SVU, a brutal murder, ripped from the headlines!
 "What kind of monster would do this, Elliott?"
 "This was about text messages, Liv!"
 "You don't understand, detective! She told me she was wet!"
And you won't believe where the investigation leads them!

Duhn duhn!
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 Here's the breakdown: R.E.M. | Accelerate The Rumble Strips | Alarm Clock Yeasayer | All Hour Cymbols The Raconteurs | Consolers Of The lonely Cloud Cult | Feel Good Ghosts (Tea-Partying Through Tornadoes) Elbow | The Seldom Seen Kid Nine Inch Nails | The Slip Joseph Arthur and The Lonely Astronauts | Temporary People Portishead | Third Sons And Daughters | This Gift I stand by each of my choices, all you judgemental hipster d-bags!
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