I love my cellphone but oh you kid...

I have a great cell plan, 300 minutes, free data, free nights/weekends, the weak spot is that text messages are ten cents each. Now, I just don't use text messaging, my thumbs are only suited for hitchhiking, or operating the remote.

Unfortunately, I suspect that the young lady that had my cellphone number before me DID use text messages. Or rather, her, ummm, suitors did. I get a GOOD MORNING message from some dude most mornings. I told him that he had the wrong number, but he cryptically replied "I AM SANTA CLAUS". This threw me for a loop... What if he REALLY IS Santa? My general policy is not to anger a guy who owns flying reindeer.

But I digress. Today I got a 7am Saturday wake-up text message. I stared at it bleary-eyed for a moment, then burst out laughing. For once it might be worth a dime.
Here's the sort of nasty joke my misguided stalker sent today;
"Summer's Eve has a new douche made from Marijuana, deodorant, and Kentucky Fried Chicken. It leaves women high, dry, and finger licking good!"

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