My friend (5'2, 110lbs, baby faced) gets the following text message yesterday:
ur sik lying thief son did not deliver our dope and stole r money r turn goodluck if he dosnt pay we will kill him ur next
The text message finished with a gang name and random signs. My friend googles the gang name and signs; finds out it's the top gang in LA.
She writes back to them, because she definitely wants to make sure that the person for whom that message was intended gets it:
I think you have the wrong number
The funny part is their response:
Oh yes. Wrong number. Our apologies.
They went straight from sticking a gat up her ass to a 19th century British butler. Only in LA...
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