More texts to the unsuspecting. Tomorrow, I’ll be posting a series of texts where I was the random getting punked.
Aug. 16th. 10:24pm. 910 area code.
Greg: Stop texting me.
910: Who in the hell is this
Greg: Can’t you read? I said STOP. TEXTING. ME.
910: First of all I don’t know who y0u are, you txt me first so you stop texting me and that’s if you can read cause obviously you have the wrong number
Greg: You don’t get it. You just don’t get it. I’m blocking you, don’t bother to send me any more texts.
910: Wow your dumb
910 calls my friend who gave me her number and asks him if he has a hand in the texts, which he vehemently denies. As soon as he hangs up, I send one last text.
Greg: Stop calling [my friends].