company christmas meal a couple of years ago
one of our then site managers, who has since left for other reasons, was getting steadily drunk at his table in the spanish restaurant and making a bigger and bigger fool out of himself in front of everybody. being loud and obnoxious, speaking out of turn to the director, you get the idea. you name the faux pax, he made it.

after quite some time of this, he must have had a brief moment of clarity and realised that he was in fact making a complete and utter cock out of himself, and had better leave before it got any worse. so he did what many of us have done and pretended to have gotten an emergency call from his mum who'd had an accident, and so he had to leave early.

shortly after his exit, dinner table conversation turned pretty quickly to how exactly his mum had managed to call him from heaven.
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 14:39, Reply)

bulk messages
my sister is not known for her intelligence. A testament to this is her constant fascination with the flogged horses known as LOLCOMEDY texts.

They send a shiver up my spine and feel a little bit more stupid after reading them, whereas she will - without fail - forward them onto her entire contact list.

Including this one "There was a black out in the street last night... so we kicked his head in" - mindlessly hilarious stuff.

the best part is, she sent it to Del' (short for i dunno), a black friend who - funnily enough - she never saw again.
(likeajackhammer, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 14:29, 1 reply)

Just for shits and giggles
When on hold I sometimes like to pretend I'm finishing talking to someone next to me when the operator picks up, and just say an end to a sentence that makes them wonder what the hell I was talking about.

My best so far is "...and then I realised, this blow job WON'T cost me an arm and a leg! I'm paraplegic! I dunno, kids today..."
(Tiny Blindfolded Horse Kitten sound car horns would end road rage, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 14:26, 2 replies)

Mobiles be afraid, here comes my wife!
When it comes to experience involving my own phone I have nothing recent to put in this week as I no longer have a mobile to use (2 months ago I was notified that I had not topped up in so long the company registered me as dead and cut it off).

Then I remembered that I am married to a woman that goes through roughly one handset every 4 – 6 months due to stupidity. I have a number of broken phone incidents (as does this weeks QOTW so far) but I thought I would start with one that still has me laughing.

After a week where nothing was going right at work my other half realised that I may need cheering up a bit. She decided to get the kids to bed before I got home and knock up some homemade shepherd’s pie and veg so we could eat it in peace with a few glasses of wine.

The plan was going fine and she made the kids their tea of pizza and chips, left the oven on and set about finishing off the pie. While in the midst of preparation she decided to call me to check up on what time I was due to arrive home (This was a few years ago so my mobile actually worked then). After our conversation ended wifey discarded the phone, finished work on the pie and placed it in the oven along with a couple of metal trays we use in the oven (that she had used earlier for holding the kids pizza and chips).

I hope you can see where this is going.

I came home to find my wife upset, she was sat in the kitchen yelling at the aforementioned pizza tray for ruining her life. Turns out that my lovely-but-absent-minded other half had accidentally put her mobile on the metal pizza tray after speaking with me and had put it into the oven below the pie.

It dosent end there.

The tray had also still had the pizza cutter on so the plastic from the cutter had merged with the melted casing from the phone, creating some bizarre looking contraption found in an episode of Doctor Who.

We ended up with a takeaway instead.

I will try and see if I can find the piccys I took of the charred death phone after it cooled down.
(mon bison powered by magnets, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 14:25, 4 replies)

Two Words... (with added juicy details)
Drunken Texting.

Ok, i'm not excellent at telling stories btw so probably on the wrong part of the site..

Anyways,

6 years ago I split up with my first proper bird. This wasn't exactly an ammicable break up but the bitch broke my heart. And my cock (which was the main reason I dumped her in the first place)

Avoiding the gory details she passed on a certain venerial disease starting with a G and then had the audacity to blame the infection on me.

Now I'm not the most comfortable person in the "love" department so i couldn't cheat on the bitch, even if i wanted to (wish i had tried now though) so i knew the only place it could have came from was Miss Bint.

Anyway after a massive course of anti-biotics lasting the best part of 2 weeks, the infection cleared up and i could finally start drinking again. So off i went into hamilton for a proper drinking session with my big cousin.

After about 2 hours in the what was Hamilton Palace (not sure if its still called that or even if its still open) i was completley tanked up and feeling slightly green around the gills. It may have been something to do with the alcohol restriction over the last fortnight, some after effects of the anti bios or even just a dodgy pint but still, i was out to enjoy myself.

So i step outside for a smoke (and some fresh air) and who do i bump into but Bitchy McCocksnogger with the proper ned holding her by the hips and staring down her top at what used to be "my" playthings. So i do what any reasonable person would have done and lamped the weegie bastard square in the beak.

That kind of wrecked the night for me. After dodging bouncers and the neds mates for half an hour i eventually made my way back to my cousins. It was then something weird happened. I got a text from my ex.

Now i've gave you as much back story as i possibly can. i'll leave the actual texts to your own depraved imaginations. However they started off friendly and gradually got more and mor sinister the drunker i was. This eventually came to a head when i turned up in her room one night ust watching her sleeping.

I never knew a scream that loud was even humanly possible.

Anyways drunken text leading to a some mild jail time and a name on a list..

No more details will be added



(length? 6 weeks on remand for sexual harasment and a restraining order to boot)

Long term lurker/first post. Be gentle!
(RogueSpark Coming back to the surface, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 14:17, 19 replies)

David O'Doherty text song

tinyurl.com/nd24et
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 14:14, Reply)

My brother
Used to send people things via bluetooth on the tube. He would take a picture of himself smiling, send it to whoever said 'okay' on the tube, and then when they looked around, he'd smile and wave manically.
(meat2veg hello!, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 13:47, 7 replies)

Rabbit... Rabbit ...Surprise!
I was in the pub with one of my mates. He was telling that his girlfriend had got a pet rabbit. One of the really fucking big ones, bigger than his Jack Russell. I was being a little sceptical so he took out his phone navigated to his pictures and passed it across to me. There sure enough was his mrs cuddling an absolutely huge rabbit, next picture, the rabbit dwarfing a little yappy type dog, next picture, a close up of an engorged penis

"Ahh!!" I shouted

"bollocks, I forgot about me cock" he replied

His girlfriend was away so he sent the picture with "wish you were here"

awwwww who said romance was dead
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 13:26, Reply)

Dopey wench
My ex, Irish Hitler, had major major jealousy issues, to the extent that she went thruugh my phone and deleted a number of contacts.

Almost all of those she deleted were ex-girlfriends, but the other number belonged to the father of a friend of mine, who I will call doris, because use of the name Doris is the height of comedy.

Now, Doris' dad didn't have a fairly unisex name, so I would sort of understand her mistaking him for some sort of female, based on his name alone. However his name in my phone was "Doris' Dad", which makes the error less easy to comprehend.
(teebie jeebie, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 13:17, 2 replies)

TheManWithThePlan
asked why I'm so fucked off about so-called 'humorous' texting...

Quite a while back one of my best mates, a lad named Jim, was struggling with his sexuality. He was gay. No problem with that. But where we grew up it was decidedly not 'the done thing' to be homosexual. We all knew Jim was gay and really didn't care. When he eventually came out to us it was quite the anticlimax - just a brief interlude before we got in the next round of drinks. But then, after a year or so of Jim being a proud gay man, some complete and utter tit thought it would be a great joke to nick his mobile and text Jim's parents. Up to this point they didn't know he was a shirt lifter of George Michaelesque proportions.

Oh, what hilarity...

Jim's dad went apeshit. Absolutely up the fucking wall. Jim ended up being thrown out of his house. He then spent the next few weeks sleeping over at various mates houses. But Jim was spiralling into a deep dark depression. Then, one day, Jim disappeared. Not sure where he went, some people said he moved down to London, others that he'd got work as a travel rep in Spain. But no one really knew - Jim just cut himself off from everyone who cared about him.

Then, a few years back, I happened to bump into an old mate I hadn't seen for years who told me Jim had passed away pretty much penniless in a bedsit somewhere, London I think. It made me fucking angry. Really fucking angry.

And all this can be traced back to the utter fucking prick shithead who sent the texts to his dad's phone. Fucking evil shit. I swear if I ever find out who that was, I will personally rip their fucking head off and piss down the hole.

So, kids - don't send shitty texts for a ten second immature giggle - it really does fuck up lives. Sorry for lack of funnies, but this subject is a bit close to the bone. Cheers.
(Big Grant, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 13:17, 14 replies)

"what are you doing?"
"we're trying to unlock your phone, so we can send incriminating messages to people"
"bastards"
"but we couldn't work out how to do it"
"pass it back here"
"here you go"
"you do realise that when you press almost any button the phone says 'to unlock press # and ok'?"
"bugger"

Thanks, thickfriends
(teebie jeebie, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 13:08, 1 reply)

Hospitality woe..
Last rugby season, I worked at my local professional club, all dressed up like an air stewardess. I would have to ensure that only those with correct passcards gained entry to the hallowed players lounge. One of the nicest things about the job was the absence of "WAG"s, that is, bulemic-looking orange women in sky-scraper Louboutin-knockoffs. Until the European game, against Leinster.

Now, I stood to the left of the door, with the executive/exclusive toilets behind me (they had fresh flowers and real towels etc) and after the game, a gaggle of girlies dressed as above approached..

"We're with P***** (one of the Leinster players)"

"Afternoon, ladies," I smiled. "Could we see your passes please?"
"What passes? we don't have passes, we're with P****, we don't NEED passes"
"You will have been issued with passes by the club, or possibly P**** himself" I said gently. (there's no point raising your voice at times like this, it just ups the ante)
The thinnest blondest one started to look agitated "Now, look here, you, we don't NEED passes, we're with P****, so we're going in, OK?" She said, sarcastically

I looked through the glass door,the room was packed to the rafters, I looked at my colleague, she shook her head slightly.

"I'm very sorry madam, but we can't let you in without a pass, especially since the room is overloaded as it is" I said, as politely as I could, without sounding patronising,

"We expect it to thin out a little in about half an hour, could you come back then?"

"Now just fucking look, bitch, we're with P**** Do you not know who he is?"

My colleague,who is senior to me, stood in front of me and with her arms out said "Yes madam, we know who he is, but we can't let you in just yet, we have to ensure the safety of everyone, we can let you all in when things have calmed down a bit"

"FUCKING jumped-up bitches, who the FUCK d'you think you are?" WAG in chief shouted, and stormed off into the executive toilets in an effort to knock into me. I just shrugged at my colleague as the door slammed.

There followed a huge screeching, almost tearing noise, accompanied by a hellish swear-a-thon, and the mighty clop-clop-CLOP of a pair of stamping stilleto-clad feet. I looked at my colleague, she grinned at me, then the door swung open, and the girls stomped off down the corridor to the less-salubrious (but FAR more fun) Tigers bar in a righteous huff...

A young Irish gentleman had sneaked into the toilet unnoticed, and as I heard the flush for a third time, I wondered what he'd been up to in there. Until he opened the door and sidled up to me, bearing a tissue-wrapped and dripping parcel.

"I found this down the loo, I flushed three times, but I still don't think that a lady like you should have to handle it, so I wrapped it up for you.." he twinkled at me..

Opening the abject-looking mummified object, I saw within a top-of-the-range shiny new I-Phone. Freshly dropped down the loo by the Alpha-WAG who had yelled at me earlier, who had also gone to wait on the team bus with her arms folded, not having the best of days it seemed...
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 13:05, Reply)

Bluejacking
was a favourite sport of mine for a while. Airports were the best places to do it, as there was a ready supply of victims, and most businessmen of the time (about 5 years back) had the favoured phone, the Nokia 6310i. This didn't have a security function which required the user to accept incoming Bluetooth connections, so it would accept anything.

It was a bit of a clunky affair, as you had to set up a message as a contact or a note, and then send it as a business card by Bluetooth. But I used to have great fun waiting for the "Bee-Beep, Bee-Beep", then seeing the confused look on some poor bloke's face as a random and surreal message appeared on his phone screen.

I never had the guts to be nasty and send "I know where you live" type messages though.

But my best moment came a couple of years later, when I found a phone in the Bluetooth list named 'Send Me Porn'.

So I did.

And the phone's owner returned the favour.

Result!

Inspired by the post below
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 12:59, 3 replies)

anonymous mobile phone porn sending
one of my most favouritist of hobbies back in the day, when i had quite a sizable amount of porn on my phone (i don't anymore).

turn on bluetooth, select whichever filthy clip you like, search for devices, pick one at random and send. of course, your target has to actually accept the video first, which doesn't always happen what with most people being security conscious these days. but every now and then someone just can't resist.

one of my finest achievements was sending a clip of a lady shitting in another lady's mouth to a random chap in the local pub one afternoon. ''eeeuurgh, who's facking sent me that then'' he bellowed as he jumped up from his seat and began patrolling the pub, pint of stella in hand, searching for the culprit. luckily i managed to keep a straight face and claim ignorance when he got to our table. how i pissed myself later on though.

good times.




note: i recall stopping this particular activity after one day reading in the papers about a bus driver who got sent down for doing this same thing while driving his bus. his target turning out to be a schoolgirl. be forewarned before getting any ideas!
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 12:48, Reply)

Mobile phones
I bought my first mobile with my first student loan in 1991.

I have had a motorola, a nokia, an ericsson, a samsung, and LG, an HTC, Apple and most of the others.

I've been on Vodafone, Cellnet, Mercury, BT Cellnet, Hutchinson Orange, O2, Three.

I've had analogue, digital, satellite, 2G, 3G, GSM, GPRS, BLT and HDPCARA1.

I've spent (quick calculation) ~£10K in my life on mobile telephony.

I've made and recieved a million phone calls, sent a million texts (ok, a lot) and other than about three of them, I could probably have done without and of those calls and texts.

So I might get rid of it, its fairly boring, and mostly unnecessary. I'll think about it for a bit. Dont call me.
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 12:33, 3 replies)

I used to have a one of those 'bluejack' applications that let you send out anonymous messages to BT-enabled phones near you
I was sat in a Shepherd's Bush cinema during a Friday night showing of one of the dreadful Matrix sequels when I noticed that there was a big bunch of black guys and an equally big bunch of asian guys sat in different parts of the room. I sent out a few carefully worded BT messages then sat and watched a massive fight kick off inside the cinema, management had to stop the film and police were called. I think it's called 'Incitement'.
(Chopper3, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 12:24, 1 reply)

The tale of the self-important man
There was once a self-important man in a very important meeting. He’d been a cornerstone of the media scene – completely useless, the go-to man when you want somebody to talk utter bollocks. It was a mystery how he made his money, but he certainly walked the walk and talked for England.

The company he worked for had been asked to do something huge, on a global scale. Amongst the participants weren’t just the biggest names in entertainment, but also in world politics. Self-Important Man was sent in to hash out the finder details of this life-changing contract. 30 minutes in the meeting and he was kicked out on his arse. In half an hour he managed to bugger up one of the biggest contracts that media has ever known by acting like an utter twat. He alone, through almost unbelievable incompetence, cost his company millions of pounds.

A crisis meeting was called in his company. No, he didn’t sit there shame-faced. He didn’t offer an apology. He didn’t even try to explain himself.

His phone was silent, sat on the table in front of him. It didn’t ring, nobody was on the other end, but he suddenly picked it up and shouted into it, “Oh my God, what happened? It is an emergency? WHAT? You want me to be there RIGHT NOW? I will be there straight away!” and ran out the door, never to be seen again.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 12:10, 5 replies)

Arsenal Arsehole
A couple of years ago I was watching a football match. Arsenal V Stoke (or Middlesbrough, I forget) in the Carling Cup, to be precise (don’t judge me, I can’t stand The Fucking Arse, but a friend is a fan and had a spare ticket, and as it was the last year they were playing at Highbury, I wanted to add the ground to the list of ones I’d visited before I missed the chance).

We were seated next to two complete Neanderthals, two of the scummiest type of football ‘fans’ you can get. Foul mouthed, racist, angry, barely literate thugs.

After 45 minutes of listening to their ongoing torrents of abuse (I didn’t realise people still used the phrase ‘spear chucker’ until that day) and the a half time break of one of them shouting down his phone about his favourite fights and why Arsene Wenger is OK for a ‘Frog’. (‘yeah, but e’s a Gooner ain’t e, so e’s fahcking better than them’), the second half started.

And a decision went against Arsenal. And the thug was incensed. So incensed, in fact, that he threw his phone at the linesman (sorry ‘Assistant Referee’, I’m showing my age) in a fit of ragemissing by a good distance, fortunately.

And then he, for the first time all evening, went silent and still, before letting out a pained cry of ‘Faaaahck!’

And then he started pushing his way across the row of seats, and down the stairs, straight into the arms of the police heading his way.

The last I heard was him being dragged away shouting ‘You don’t understand, my wife might ‘ave a baby tonight, I need that phone, she’ll fahcking leave me…’

I was enjoying this moment immensely as it was, but then my opinion of Arsenal fans was raised several notches, as, to the tune of ‘You’re not singing anymore’ the chant started:

“You’ll be single
You’ll be single
You’ll be single in the morning”

Thanks, funny Gooners.




And, dude, I hope you missed the birth of your child. It couldn’t have happened to a nicer bloke.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 12:02, 2 replies)

Never leave your phone unguarded
I left it on the table one night in the pub and my mates text all my exes and female friends telling them that I was actually a nice guy and I didn't have AIDS after all.

Cunts.
(Tiny Blindfolded Horse Kitten sound car horns would end road rage, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 11:52, Reply)

don't do it with your eyes closed
So, I'd seen that my favourite band was coming to town, and that tickets went on sale at 8am Saturday morning. Obviously I went out and got shitfaced on the Friday, it being Friday and all, but I did remember to set my alarm for the morning.

So Satuday morning and its hangover arrives, and I start to try and call for tickets. I have two numbers to try, but unsurprisingly they're both engaged. So I fall into a rhythm, call one number, hear it's engaged, hang up, try other number etc. Despite my murderous headache, I realised I could do this all in a minimum of button presses using the 'previous numbers dialed' button and just going between the two. A few minutes into this, and feeling a bit worse for wear, I decide I am perfectly able to do this with my eyes shut.

Unfortunately, I wandered over the keypad a bit and accidently rang - my ex-boyfriend. Who I had been studiously avoiding. Who rang me straight back. My hangover paled into insignificance....
(*ana*, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 11:52, 3 replies)

Do not leave your mobile phone unguarded
when my little brother is in the vicinity.

He changed the settings on Dare's phone to Turkish. Took Dare ages to work out how to change it back to English.

He texted a random person using Turner's phone with the message "I want to bum you". Turner left a voicemail for said random person at 3 in the morning along the lines of "If you got a strange text from me please ignore it, it was stopmeandslapme's brother".

The worst one was at the race track, my brother is into his motorsport. He texted "I want to smell your fanny" to the young female tennant of this old chap, one of the mechanics. Didn't tell him he'd done that so not sure what the outcome was, one worried ex-tennant I would imagine.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 11:46, 1 reply)

The phone was innocent
It's me that's the twat. But if you ever need a couple of phrases to kill a relationship or friendship dead, I'm your woman.

First horror: was seeing a chap, let's call him P. Lovely bloke, Swedish, funny as hell. He'd stayed at my place a couple of times, but no jiggy yet; I just couldn't understand it - I'm not hideous, and frankly I was willing (a bit pissed). The third time he left in the morning, kissed me goodbye and said 'I'll call you', I was at the fist-chewing stage of sexual frustration.

Gnashing my teeth, I texted a mate: "P has just left, and still hasn't put out. Am clearly physically repugnant and should be shot. In fact, I think I'm going to have to go and finish myself off in the bathroom".

Yep, you're way ahead of me, I can see that. I sent it to P. Promptly ran around my apartment screaming, rang him, got voicemail, left a garbled apology and figured that there was nothing else for it but to start drinking to obliterate the horror of being in my own head. I never heard from him again. Yeah, funny that...

Second was a little more harsh, and frankly, you think I'd have learned from the first time. I had moved to a new job back in the UK had a made a few friends. One colleageue, M, was clearly quite keen on me, but was obviously holding back. One day he said 'I've got something to tell you. I'm a Christian' -as if that explained everything I needed to know about him.

Now, I'm not a Christian. I was raised as a Quaker but am not particularly godly. Also, don't let the Quaker tolerant thing fool you, I can be a total beeatch when I want to be. I got back to my office and texted one of my best mates (b3tan Rakky, in fact);
"M just told me he was a Christian. I didn't have the heart to ask whether I was talking to a 33 year-old virgin..."

Fuckjugs. Yes I did. I sent it to him. Oh, how we'll all laugh when the Judgement Day comes...

*pop* how was it for you? In fact, don't tell me - we both know it'll end in tears.
(Nunnerfly, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 11:34, 9 replies)

Hell for others
I used to be a teetotaller and as such, I had no time nor tolerance for people who had hangovers. I was a bit of a self righteous cunt, to be honest.

This was compounded by phoning hungover friends at 7am on my way to work, usually when walking by the dual carriageway, shouting loudly and flicking the mouthpiece hard since I wasn't sure if the phone was working, and then "forgetting" why I called.

I don't have friends any more. But I do drink quite heavily.
(Tiny Blindfolded Horse Kitten sound car horns would end road rage, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 11:34, Reply)

another for those who couldnt be arse to read the previous"
GF dropped her phone in the bog in a pub. gave it to me to carry home.

Got home ate sandwich. realised i hadnt washed my hands.

its like licking the bowl ffs :/

Also, i am aware of someone who will be reading these (HULLO!). He works in a firm which "recycles your old phones for charidee". bet theres some stories there...
(DreddPirateBob has watched every scifi film ever on, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 11:14, Reply)

snake
does anyone remember this highly addictive game on the old nokias? still miles better than any off your F1 racers or vitual tennis games the latest phones have.

i remember at school there was a rumour going round that if you played a perfect game and completely filled up the screen with the snake you'd automatically receive £10 free credit. everyone tried...
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 11:13, 6 replies)

To switch it around
In actual fact i would say the mobile phone did anything BUT wreck my life. I used to work for a company which made content, ringtones, animations etc etc etc and this is the (possibly not very brief) tale of what happened

Unemployed for YEARS (10 i think) and no hope of proper work. I was a stoner crusty type a bit too obsessed by the concept of never working a day in my life if i could and with very few quals i was headed to poverty and an early hairy death. I did not own a dog though!

So! i thought it was time to pull my finger out of my arse (not literally! eeuwww!) and had ben doing a bit of freelance work here and there and thought i'd go for a new job as illustrator in a local mobile phone content place. Which i didn't get :( BUT! the guy giving the interview said his mate might have work and gave him a ring and set me up an interview (Thanks Issac!) and of i toddle. Met the guy, got on well, began attempting this new pixel art malarky (12x24 B&W! animations in 4 frames. try it! not as easy as you'd think) got hired as a freelancer doing that and also producing art work for VZones, an early 2D Virtual World (COOOL!).

Now i'll skip the next few years but needless to say i ended up with a well paid job working in a international R&D creative lab working for the same guy making the FUTURE OF MOBILE TECHNOLOGY! Which was just about my dream job :)

When i look back its sometimes hard to remember starving for a week while waiting for my dole to come through applying to every crappy job I could and being turned away. Honesty, i thought i was never going to get out of that situation.

The guy who gave me that first illustration job was a Mr G Baines and although the firm exploded near the end i have never thanked him enough. Thanks Baines! You gave me a decent life and taught me a lot.

and all because of these new fangled mobile phones :)

on another note i'm now working in education and virtual worlds and looking to get back into industry to have some fun and creative input again. If anyone has any work for a concept artist and creative type.... ;)
(DreddPirateBob has watched every scifi film ever on, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 11:04, Reply)

Always remember to delete your drafts as well as sent items.....
Just in case at some point in the recent past you were sending a text to "someone" and got interrupted.

Needless to say I forgot this and the divorce petition arrived yesterday...
(penrose your dog's got tits, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 10:43, 4 replies)

Wrecked?
Got out of bed. Out the door. Caught a cab. On the way, texted my girlfriend some filth. Went to my parent's house. Fucked my sister.

Honestly, I preferred it when phone's weren't mobile. Bring back the cord.
(stuntsmile, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 10:43, Reply)