I caught Pat text messaging the other day while I was talking to him.
"Are you text messaging?"
"Well quit it."
Today, I was talking to Maston, who is a uber D & D geek, (I don't think he'd mind me saying) when we realize that Pat's in the hallway with his cellphone.
"What's he doing on the phone so much?"
"I don't know, man. I don't even have a cell phone."
"Let us mercilessly rib him when he comes back in."
"Oh, Pat! RU Lovy dovy ur sweetie?" (Obviously, I have no clue about txt. mess.)
Pat looks at me deadpan.
"You twitter," he says.
"Yeah, but it's manly twittering. Like "Look at the knockers on that Babe!" or "Damn, my balls itch!"
I won't go into the rest of that conversation...
12 hours ago