While on vacation in Palm Coast, Florida this week, I received some random texts. The first was from Outback:
It was a picture of a man in a gorilla costume with the caption: My, brother. I think he's adopted.
Um, what? I haven't responded to your last text message, that was sent weeks ago. And now you randomly send me a picture of a gorilla? Delete me from your phone already, weirdo.
The next random text message was from Matt the Lawyer. I randomly hear from him, but I am guessing this is probably a mass text he sent out to random girls he thinks he has on the hook.
His text: I bought 2 gallons of summer ale from the brewery in Danville where I grew up. It's really good! We have to get together and drink it.
Um, Matt. We went out once. I am not going to go "drink gallons of summer ale with you." I don't even like ale. At all. Nor does drinking constitute a real date. Better luck with the other girls you sent that message to...
-W
Haha, you're right. Drinking gallons of ale is definitely NOT a date. Sounds more like some college frat. boy competition...
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