For those of you who know me well, I am not a texter. In fact, I banned texting from my phone for a while. But then I got the iPhone and well... my texting ban crumbled. Now I am like a giddy 15 year old, texting nonsensical crap all the time. Okay not really, but it is a dangerous tool to have.
One problem is that since I am new to texting I am unfamiliar with all the acronyms. Such as: u=you, nit=night, etc...
On the last Trivia night of 2009, my team celebrated our crushing loss with several bottles of wine. Probably a mistake to be drinking on a Monday night, but I knew I was flying out of town on Wednesday, so I had little to do at work the next day.
Sigh, alcohol. Why do you cause so many problems? And why, why must I keep consuming you?
What started out as a nice Trivia night, ended up in drunken bad behavior at another bar a few blocks down. A rowdier one in which pool and name calling and singing with the juke box came into play. And apparently a lot of texting did too.
Here is my drunken text conversation with the leprechaun that night:
Me: Who is on the 500 and 1000 dollar bill? [9:28pm]
Leprechaun: Cleveland on the $1000 - for sure
Leprechaun: Mckinley on the $500 - wow I am good
Leprechaun: Wud you say I am ur lifeline?
Me: Crap, we had to know the 100,000 bill. [9:49pm]
Leprechaun: Do you want that too? U are demanding.
Leprechaun: Woodrow Wilson - never actually released (tho they were printed in 1934)
Me: Thanks. We lost. We were trying to guess what the question would be. If we only knew wilson ahead of time....
Leprechaun: Too bad :(
Me: Good night. Am going to buy a christmas round for the boyz. [10:31 pm]
Leprechaun: Ur too cute. :) I mean it when I say, I am extremely happy to have you back in my life.
Me: Ps the gemtlemen says not with su n sets pix. Sunrissses is what you send youths. [12:05 am]
Leprechaun: Hmmmm.... so I shud send sunrises??? I can do that too!
Leprechaun: U def have been drinkin.
Me: Dr. Tony. says sruff it. Leave it fo othetrs. [12:42 am]
Leprechaun: :) Call me when you get home. Want to make sure u r safe. U r too funny. Nit, nit.
Me: Tar. [1:06 am]
Me via random phones at the seedy bar with pool tables: Tar.
Leprechaun: U okay? [6:24 am]
Leprechaun: [picture of sunrise over the Charles] This is 6:35 am in boston.
End conversation
Seriously, what the hell does "Tar" mean? Is it a texting acronym? Why was it necessary to send it? My only recourse now is to reinstate the texting ban, at the very least for certain individuals.
By the way, while you are answering the first questions could you answer this too? How does Pat Robertson know that Haiti made a pact with the devil 200 years ago? Is he in fact the Devil? How else could he possibly be such an authority on the subject?
3 comments:
definately the devil, heartless bastard
This seems to be an expensive conversation at $0.50 per text. What else happened? Was it too dirty to post?
It means thank you. It is pronounced ta.
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