Texting:
Meigs: I have turkey neck. What the hell? Are we too young to go under the knife?
Me: Not according to those crazy bitches on Toddlers & Tiaras. And, you do not.
Facebook status update:
Even in my dreams, you’re a jackass. That’s what I call talent. And annoying.
Gchatting:
Friend: Does Ben carry a picture of you in his wallet?
Me: If he does, I’m breaking up with him.
Friend: My cousin had a picture of his girlfriend in his wallet over Christmas. He is a 34-year-old redneck. I was thinking to myself, “Who does that?” Rednecks are so unpredictable.
i guess you can call me funny…