Friday night. In the library. [you already know this is going to be great...] My friend was keeping me company on the 5th floor. Now, there's usually advertisements in plastic holders strategically placed in the middle of every study table so some bored student will happen upon it when their brain has given out and learn about Pirate Night Bowling or a lesson on the evils of pirated music.
And usually some bored student will write a fake ballad to a fake lover and replace an advertisement in the plastic holder. Or he'll write his friend's number on the top of another advertisement and claim he's "looking for a good time."
WELL. My friend, the spunky friend that she is, decided to text "Mike" [area code 562] who was "looking for love" [more appropriate than a good time, I'd say] with my phone, to spice up my night a bit. Here follows the conversation we collaborated on:
my text: Hey mike i hear your lookin for love. Me too. We should hang out sometime.
mike: are you in the library?
Ya are you. Maybe we could be study buddies
And you don't know who I am?
Well I'm trying to get to know you but you seem so distant... what's wrong boo?
wtf who actually contacts those things? btw i didn't write that and im not looking for love. Sorry
Haha. Whoa. Just jokes buddy. sorry...
[no response]
.....
ahem.
number 1. Yeah. We figured you didn't write that yourself, duh.
number 2. Maybe you were having a bad night or something.
number 3. wtf did you really think we were serious? btw we're not interested in uptight boys from Southern California. Sorry [you didn't have to get all abbreviated like that...]
1 comment:
Hahahahahahaha.....
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