Today was cleaning day in The Boogerwoods. As y’all may recall, I have a woman who comes every two weeks and helps me give my hillbilly mansion a thorough cleaning. I love her! She is pure redneck and we have a ball when she’s here. I usually turn on some good ol’ redneck, white trash music like Lynard Skynard and we dance around to Free Bird. About half of the time that she is here is wasted on us acting silly. But, she works for a lot of snobby, rich folks, too, and I know that they expect a “Yes, Mam, No, Mam-Butterfly McQueen-Gone-With-The-Wind” performance from her. She can sure tell some funny stories about some of them. For instance, she was late coming today due to the fact that she had to polish a drawer full of silverware for one of her clients. She said that the lady was throwing a texting dinner party. Maybe, I’m behind the times or live so far out in the woods that I get Sunday’s newspaper on Thursday, but for the life of me…I’ve never heard of a texting dinner party….much less a fancy one that requires real silver eating utensils.
I asked her what went on at a texting dinner party and she said that she didn’t really know. But, it was her best guess that the invited guests sat around texting each other while they were eating. Now, this makes absolutely no sense to me. If I like ya good enough to invite ya to eat with me, then I’m pretty sure that I’d like ya enough to talk to ya.
But, then I got another thought. Maybe, the guests are required (or might just want to do it) to text people who were not invited and rub it in their faces. I image it would go something like this….
“Susie its me Eating @Ethels Usng real silverware Know ur jealous!”
or
“RALPH GOT IN THE JOINT REAL SILVERWARE BUY SKI MASKS ASAP”
or
“Mom whch is salad frk?”
or
“Jeez these ppl are BORING”
Now, I would text something more like…
“lmao ths ppl r real assclowns”
or
“do me favr prtend ur cops&bust ths crppy prty”
I just don’t see myself throwing a texting party anytime soon. But, if I did, I’d go all out and buy some of those fancy Dixie plates with the colored borders and some Sam’s Warehouse solid colored plastic spoons and forks.
One more thing…this has nothing to do with the texting party. But, I found it rather funny. I got an email informing me that Hot Angie wanted to be my friend on F*ckbook! Nothing’s sacred anymore!
Ok….that is ridiculous….a texting party! I absolutely hate texting and only do it when I have to! And don’t get me started on the Twitter thing!
trish…I totally agree. I’m still having a hard time even picturing what is actually going on at a texting party. Who comes up with this stuff? My guess is it’s either really bored people or is comprised of a room full of losers who don’t have any real talking skills.
They’re probably like the “CB” parties in the ’70s. My father took me to one when I was a kid. They’d met in a parking lot and then talk to each other on the CB. Whatever floats your boat.
Ok….a “CB” party….meeting in a parking lot to talk on cb’s…..?#&%^
That is even more ridiculous than the texting thing…..lol! too funny.
trish….Totally ridiculous. As I wrote in my reply to AH, I went to one of those, too. Mostly, I remember hearing something about “catching ya on the flip-flop”. I do remember that there were a couple of people talking to truckers on the nearby interstate and saying something like “ya got any bears in them woods?”
Thanks AH for some hysterically funny memories.
Holy friggin’ moly……I remember going to a CB party. But, it wasn’t in a parking lot. It was at a CB “club house”. And, all the CBers sat around talking to each other. I had forgotten about that. How funny!
Who is Hot Angie?
I dunno about the world anymore. I have an innate fear that they will invent hot super victorias secret super model sex robots. Like the world wants to replace everything a human can do with a machine, anyway. I love talking once you get me going and get me outta my shyness.
I bet eating dinner would be fun with you.
Vanessa….dinner with me would be more like a food fight than a texting party!
And, you are right….so much stuff that people does is being replaced by robots now. aaaaiiieeeeee
it’s pretty tragic right? what happened to good ol’ trash talking?
P.s nice header there. very smoky eyes indeed
jenny….nothing like good ol’ trash talkin’…..who needs an piece of electronic equipment for that! I mean, ya can’t even see the person’s reaction on their face when ya let go with a string of obscenities/insults! What’s the fun in that?
TY for the eye compliment. I model my makeup after the late, great Tammy Faye Baker Messner’s make-up. LOL
move over yr elbow in my mashed potatoes
Hahahaha….that’s funny, fakename2. Hmmmm…..wonder how many “fakenames” were at the texting party?
Well, tpb…oh wait. I hope you aren’t offended by my nicknaming you. As you must well know here in the South, your name could be “Abradelicious” and we would call you “Del”.
If there were any Fakenames at that texting party, they were imposters. The nerve.
Not offended by nickname….it’s probably the cleanest one that I have. Definitely the only one that my dear Mom would have used for me. LOL
And, I’ll bet all those texting party people were fakesters.
So, I had to read up on this. I couldn’t find anything on text dinner parties, but a text party is where people start texting an address to everyone on their phone, and a million strangers show up to party. Can you imagine doing this for dinner? That would be a big batch of corn dogs.
MM…great to see you! It’s been a while. And, yes, that would be a gazillion corndogs!
too bad peeps have lost the balls to talk shit to your face anymore! the good ole days are gone!
I totally agree, Noe Noe. And, there’s not enough space to text any good curse words at them! What happened to good ol’ face to face insulting that sometimes resulted in entertaining fisticuffs????? I long for the days when crowds could gather around a good shout-down!
My problem is that I’m easily confused by the spelling shortcuts. idk =what? I’ma dum ku%* ??
ppl = what? perky people laughing, pissy people lying?? I’m just confused!
CC….yeah, me, too. You are hilarious!