This afternoon, I noticed a rather bizarre, barely literate and downright freakish SMS on my phone (09-Oct-09 11:14 am):
Ur a fat fucken cunt... R u that fucken jealous of me being fatty.. U nd michael hav 2 start msgin me again... We arent guna brake up like ur fuckin wishin scum.. Nd why that fuck say shit to people i kno bout us thinkin ur all king shit... Ur nothin but a fucken dole bludger windale fucken scum.. U kno scrag every dog has there day nd ur day is fuckin cumin soon... Oh nd u wana kno sumthin i did fuck james in ur bed...
Being rather perplexed, I attempted to call (12:36 pm) this prime piece of humanity to discuss their veiled threats of violence.
No answer.
So, I sent back a short SMS (12:39 pm):
Hi I think you might have the wrong number. Dont know a michael or where windale is
Their response was much more courteous, if not delayed (1:59 pm):
Im sorry i do
Nice one, jackass.
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