What follows is a text message conversation. The two texters are in their mid to late 20s (meaning they don't typically TyP3 lYk3 d1S) and have had their phones for about a year and send at least ten text messages a day. Oh, and one of the texters is me, and I am confident enough in my typing skills to know that this is not normal.
y: ricr
me: vet says i should induce vomiting
y: you cab try
y: if you cant, theb bring hi. In.
me: 60 dollars later, no chicken bone. she disnot sound too wirried.
y: great. now what
me: watch his oop.
y: what? happens i there is blod me: bring him in. surg?
Did you get all that? Because I sure didn't. Neither did my husband. Y spent his day wondering why i would call a tree vet when our dog was the issue. And he did a great job of watching Ike's oop, but later admitted he had no idea what he was looking at all afternoon. And I still have no clue what "ricr" means.
Later, Y needed to know what time he was picking me up from class so he could start making dinner.
Y: Wheb am i getting you. nt goig to cook till yuo get hurr.
Samsung, you may be wondering why I'm writing you this letter. First of all, it's to tell you that the keyboard on my Magnet is IMPOSSIBLE to type on. Finally, I would like to thank you for getting "Hot in Hurr" stuck in my (and probably, now, all of my readers') head.
The scene: Dog swallows a chicken bone.
It wuz delicious, guyz.
I call Y and ask what he thinks I should do, we agree I should call a vet. And the texts begin.
y: my friend josh says it may r may not be vas [bad]. wing or leg?
me: thigh. ive called tree vets. boarding place im waiing on.
It wuz delicious, guyz.y: my friend josh says it may r may not be vas [bad]. wing or leg?
y: ricr
me: vet says i should induce vomiting
y: you cab try
y: if you cant, theb bring hi. In.
me: 60 dollars later, no chicken bone. she disnot sound too wirried.
y: great. now what
me: watch his oop.
y: what? happens i there is blod
Did you get all that? Because I sure didn't. Neither did my husband. Y spent his day wondering why i would call a tree vet when our dog was the issue. And he did a great job of watching Ike's oop, but later admitted he had no idea what he was looking at all afternoon. And I still have no clue what "ricr" means.
Later, Y needed to know what time he was picking me up from class so he could start making dinner.
Y: Wheb am i getting you. nt goig to cook till yuo get hurr.
Samsung, you may be wondering why I'm writing you this letter. First of all, it's to tell you that the keyboard on my Magnet is IMPOSSIBLE to type on. Finally, I would like to thank you for getting "Hot in Hurr" stuck in my (and probably, now, all of my readers') head.
Sincerely,
Not A Carnie.
Not A Carnie.
Nelly was obviously the creator of the Magnet.
ReplyDeleteThe first Ike caption made me LLOL. Have fun oop watching!