The TOS Phone Hell Meme

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#1: Texts From Last Night
#2: Damn you, Autocorrect
#3: Recipient Misfire
#4: Mix & Match
#5: Wildcard


Option One:
Texts From Last Night
You know the drill: RNG, or pick one that tickles your fancy. Post blank and let others text you about their night, or send out a mass text for anyone to reply to by posting a TFLN when you tag the post.

Option Two:
Damn You Autocorrect
We've all done it. Either sit and wait for other people's mistakes to come to you with a blank tag, or take the bull by the horns and make the first move mistake by posting an autocorrect error when you tag the post.

Option Three:
Recipient Misfire
It's just so easy to hit the wrong name in your phone, isn't it? Embarrassment city! ...But is that better or worse than manually inputting the number incorrectly and texting a complete stranger by mistake?

Option Four:
Mix & Match!
Let autocorrect fuck up the TFLN you're sending to the wrong person. Go nuts!

Option Five:
Do Whatever The Fuck You Want
You know what, if none of these ideas are good enough for you, your ass can come up with something else. I don't even care.

[I stole this shit from Bakerstreet; Pretend the communicator somehow does text. I dont know.]

Comments

[punchedaklingon]

you can't have a threesome with only two people, Hikaru
that isn't how a threesome works
even I knw that

[didnotwant]

It's very fun to use. It adds a bit of innocent flare to text messages.

[brains_before_bullets]

[The response comes after a while.]

you're serious about that, aren't you?

[abetterhappyending]

I'm allowed to like whom I may and that is most certainly not your father at the moment. Is he even kind? I don't want to marry him! I don't know him! The future will come as it will but until then I am going to be happy

[to_this_end]

I haven't fed her a single line! She is a charming person and I enjoy her company! The same as I enjoy the company of a number of people who happen to be female and in their twenties. I'm a college professor, a mentor, not a...a sex object!

[punch_it]

would be awfully hard to type without it.

[funnythingsare]

Hey, boner-killing's better than having nowhere to put it.

[punch_it]

don't wash it off.

[eclipse_of_time]

Oh, yes. I'm sorry, I forget how strange that is to people not from my world. It's common knowledge, there. I'm perfectly human, really, it's only I don't age and my body can't be damaged.

[funnythingsare]

Well, if I disappear in a puff of paradox you'll know what happened.

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[didnotwant]

I don't remember but he had good booze and was good with his hands.

I need to get his number.

[ex_steadycourse703]

basic math yes.
but if you were going to notify someone, who would it be?

[punch_it]

i wouldn't know. i don't have a boner to put anywhere.

[funnythingsare]

Wait. When did "college professor" and "sex object" stop being synonyms?

[funnythingsare]

I'm sure you make do.

[punchedaklingon]

not gaila
gaila's mean
or jane
it would only lead to sexual harassment in the workplace
......
more sexual harassment in thw workplace

[to_this_end]

I'm far more Stephen Hawking than Indiana Jones. And I am not after your mother!

AFTER A REALLY LONG ASS PAUSE

[abetterhappyending]

I'm sorry baby

mako mori | pacific rim

[retributively]

a. Every little girl dreams of the day when she picks up her fuck buddy because he's drunk at the gay bar again.

b. I've replaced you with thin mints and masturbation

c. We're fucking and Lee Greenwood God Bless the USA comes on and he came. It was the most Roll Tide America moment of my life.

wow sorry if that's... too far

[funnythingsare]

Oh, like I wouldn't do Stephen Hawking.

[to_this_end]

...we aren't talking about you, we're talking about Ms. Carbonell.

[ex_steadycourse703]

In spite of all the regulations lectures, yes. I see your point.

OH GOOD NOW HE FEELS BAD

[funnythingsare]

Christ.

Look, you can swallow anyone's come you want. I just... you're my MOTHER

Re: a

[suicidemission]

oh well if it was you im not complainin

Re: a

[suicidemission]

dibs though. you called dibs