Late last night, my cell phone started beeping. I'd missed a text message. But I was in bed, with Hubby, who is about the only person who ever texts my cell phone, so I knew it was not a real person. This morning, I checked the phone.
The message, from the above number, read:
"Pat McCarthy is someone you need to fuck up."
Sugar, I'm flattered, but I have got to tell you I am five feet, three inches tall. You are requesting thuggishness from someone who just...can't...help you.
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And now whoever sent you the message is going to be very disappointed when Pat doesn't get messed up and he'll be all pissed at the person he thought he sent the text to. That is awesome.
I called Pat and warned him.
Should have texted back, Well, with friends like you, he's off to a flying good start....
I remember a Pat McCarthy and he did need a good fucking up. You should do it! ;)
That is a bit alarming... there is a good story behind that text message!
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