The first one is killing me. Someone should make tee shirts.
Can you please do this more often? Because it's my favorite.
I've been a lurker for a while now...can't even remember who's blog I followed to arrive at yours. But I have to pipe up to say that these text message chronicles are muy MUY funny! Me gusta!
I stole your idea. Thank you and sorry. Also, New York plays hard to get; the South is funnier.
Man, you know some funny people. Hilarious!
Ditto what Megan said. And come to think of it, Erin too. More text posts! And a Sarah Brown store! Selling shirts! Okay, I'm not original, but I vowed to finally comment after reading your blog for months. Just trying to break the ice , you see.
This always makes me wish I got to hang out with you and your friends. Well this and Flickr.
I really need to text you more often with crazy talk. "Hey, what are you up to" clearly isn't cutting it.
This should be your next book.
A plum floating in a hat of perfume - that sounds familiar. Reference, please?
The Simpsons! The B-Sharps episodes, where Barney takes up with a Yoko.
"Numbah 8... *BURP* Numbah 8... *BURP*," etc.
I believe the exact quote is "A single plum, floating in perfume, served in a man's hat." I got here from dooce.com, thanks for the laughs!
sure save a lot of messages there S.
Oh god these killed me. I wish my phone was full of hilarious text messages :(
(another dooce reader that floated over here)
"Making babies, holding up liquor stores"
Dude. I have found the next tagline for my site. (That is, if I may.)
Another dooce referral. I really, really wish I knew the stories behind some of these texts. Mr Peanut? Substandard axes? Blister in the sun? Classic.
The best part of this is imagining the contexts that all those messages were sent in.
Also, I feel sorry for Lou Barlow. We saw him live and you wanted to pull him off the stage and tell him that it's okay, he can stop making music now, really. It was embarassing to watch.
These never fail to reassure me that your life is, in fact, WAY cooler than my own. But at least it makes me strive harder in my txting endeavors so that I might some day end up on one such list, and actually get the context of the inside joke.
the violent femmes line is actually conflation of two lines. autistic.
I'm a doocer too. These are so hilarious. They made my day -- even though I'm going to a funeral in an hour. Thanks.
I love these so much! I wish I had clever text messages on my phone. The only person that texts with me is my fiance. All my other friends complain about the cost! Spoilsports!
I have one that is funny...
"Billy Idol, thought I'd share. Hot nekkid Billy." (This came with a picture, but I didn't have a picture phone.)
I LOVE your writing and am thrilled for your success!!! Surely you realize how truly talented you are. I hope I'm not the only one begging you: please, please don't change!! So many other bloggers, including your friends, go for the cheap attention by discussing highly personal tidbits about their sex lives. It's called dignity, and you have it. Thank you!!
Whoever wrote the one about nachos is my new bff. Nachos are always much better in my mind then they are on my plate. Yet, I keep getting them.
Double plus good. They make me triple plus wet.
"dudes are for jerks"... t-shirt, please :)
I am so glad I found the link to this site from dooce!!
1. Fuck 2. Yeah??
Oh my, I am still laughing... the rest of your site is pretty awesome too! I hope I can make it to a Cringe night when next I am in the States :)
names have been changed to protect those who may or may not have been high on mushrooms at the time of txtn.
I just found your site and will defineitely be back. This is too funny.