Bitchhhhhhh.

A funny thing happened a few nights ago. Rather than typing out this story again, here's the message I sent Hays telling him about it:

"So, funny story about that. Last night Carsten and I are at the movies with some people (seeing the midnight showing of Batman, obviously), when we get to talking about your crazy ass. We decide to send you a text, seeing as I had what I thought was your cell number in my phone. Naturally, I send this: 'Bitchhhhhhhh.'

Just a few moments later I receive a phonecall from a private number. A woman asks me my name and tells me that she was deeply disturbed and frightened by my text to her phone. To make matters worse, she is a middle-aged woman, she says, who is out of work and cannot afford to pay for these text messages. She also wonders why on Earth I think she's a bitch. I explain that the text was meant for a friend who must have changed his number. She proceeds to lecture me on how I should not call my friends that word, and tells me I'm lucky that text didn't reach my friend because he might not understand that I was kidding.

I'm still unsure whether or not the woman was actually a friend of yours messing around, but regardless, Carsten and I got a good laugh out of the whole thing."



Turns out, it wasn't one of Danger's friends.
That woman was for real. Ridiculous.
And just to clarify: Hays, I wasn't kidding. I really do think you're a bitch.
Plus some h's.