December 27th, 2005

Wedding day

Who's a what, now?

I got a text message over my lunchbreak from a phone number I didn't recognize. Texas area code.

The message was "Sean's an anus."

I don't know who Sean is. I used to live with a Sean, but he's not quite an anus.

I forwarded the message on to ribsinbacon because that's just the sort of thing that I do, and tried calling the phone number. It leads me to a fax machine. Anyway, I have the number and I can give it you if you feel like faxing somebody pictures of your Sean.

I'm sure somebody thought they were being clever or funny, but "Sean's an anus" pales in comparison to the infamous "weight loss via amputation" voicemail I got six years ago. I wonder if I still have a WAV file of that one.