December 27th, 2005
|03:14 pm - 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.
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: InSoc -- What's On Your Mind?
|Date:||December 28th, 2005 04:29 am (UTC)|| |
That's actually the first Sean I thought of when I read your post. We probably shouldn't tell him this.
I have an anus. Does that count?
You know, I met a girl in Japan who was from Texas by way of L.A. It's probably just a coincidence since she has no idea who you are.
Hm, or it could be my extended family (but, then, the same problem applies).
Or it COULD be "McG".
I kind of hope it's me, though.
Dude, I remember that phone message -- not so much the message itself but your recounting of it. Damn, was it REALLY that long ago? So... old...
Are you sure you have an anus?
It's nothing of goatse proportions, but I assure you it is quite formidable.