I got a text message from a mate one time asking "when will that clown be out of the house". This was 4 years ago and my employment status was a graveyard shift employee. Wound him up for two weeks that he had a bit on the side.
Turned sour when I coped that I was the clown.![]()
Long Live King Kenny
Oh dear... so I'm online today and an old girlfriend of mine from Connecticut has added some new photos. Back in the day when we used to fool about on airbeds and what not she was insanely pretty and on that line between curvy and chubby. Was never an issue. Anyway she has lost an incredible amount of weight...
So I'm walking home from work there and I decide to share this news with my buddy and fellow foot poster GenerationXI. So I write the following text:
'By the by I saw some new pix of Katie B, she must have lost 80 pounds man. Smoking hot.'
It's no defence at all to say that I was walking, texting, tired and trying to sing along internally to Idlewild but almost inevitably rather than send it to Keith I send it to Katie B...
This will not end well...
Edit
It ended surprisingly well after I sent a second text saying that I'd obviously not meant that message for her.
'First of all that's hilarious. Second I did lose 80lbs, 85 to be exact! Thanks for noticing.'
Begs two questions. Firstly where did I develop this near perfect skill for guessing at weight loss. And second why did I feel the need to tidy up her grammer when typing her reply up here?
Anyway yes... be careful who you text!
Last edited by sadloserkid; 08/10/2008 at 10:30 PM.
The ball is round and has many surprises.
'Fascists dress in black and go round telling people what to do, where as priests.....'
I do and I have been posing as Neil McD for all this time. Its over Pauro and size does matter.![]()
In Trap we trust
Phew SLK, you prove that not only women plan ahead for their next relationship!
Once more I think I am more male than female. I can barely commit to what am cooking for dinner never mind spend my life with someone. Bar my failed marriage longest I was with someone was your own sweet pal. Dam my (fe)male impetuousness (sp? or maybe its not even a word, if its not I lay dibbs to it)
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