The French Maid
The other night I decided to have a little fun.
You see, Mr T went to a board meeting for 12′s little league and I was giving him shit before he even left the house.
That’s what I do.
It’s kinda my job.
Since he’d already left and I couldn’t entertain myself at his expense any longer, I thought I’d figure out another way to get at him.
I thought that maybe I could get under his skin if I continually tweeted him, causing his phone to keep going off, thus interupting the meeting!
I’m brilliant like that.
But I was worried that he had already silenced his phone and my efforts would be wasted.
Then it hit me!
These can’t be just any kinda tweets people. If his phone is off, he needs to be overwhelmed by the content of these tweets when returning to the twitterverse.
He wasn’t mad.
I don’t think it even bothered him during the meeting at all.
All it did was make him laugh.