That D-roid. I pretend to be cool enough to hang with him, and, like a lovesick teen, beg him to help me understand his evil machinations. D-roid (as I call him behind his ridiculously pumped-up back--come on, who needs all those muscles?--I just need to dial 911) simply couldn't care less. When he does bother to think of me at all, it's to devise some intricate ploy to mess with me.
I took a photo of my friend's son playing basketball, shared it with her along with a voice activated text message where I clearly stated: "He missed." I hit send, looked down and saw that D-roid did it to me again:
Penis.
I took a photo of my friend's son playing basketball, shared it with her along with a voice activated text message where I clearly stated: "He missed." I hit send, looked down and saw that D-roid did it to me again:
Penis.
OMG. Hilarious.
ReplyDeleteHere's one for you Dee, Terra is offering not 1, but 2 classes on using your smart phone!
ReplyDeleteThis is Hilarious! thank you
ReplyDeleteI won't even tell you all about a message to my MOTHER that ended up with the word "coitus" in it...really??!!
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