When this certain individual got a “my condolences” text, their first response was that it was the wrong number of course, because, fortunately, there was no tragedy that they knew of! We are happy about that, but there’s more. Turns out Chloe had that text locked and loaded.
We imagine the look on her face when she pressed send, we assume it was a look of pure satisfaction. That car was parked where it wasn’t supposed to be parker for way too long. There was even a warning. Clearly, Chloe was waiting to tow it up up and away. That’ll teach you!
The Broken Record
When you get a certain jam in your head and can't let it go, others around you might suffer. But hey, that's their problem! You just want to focus on that killer track, even if that happens to be for three hours straight. We honestly can't quite fathom loving a song that much.
Playing it on repeat, let's say... five times, is understandable, but going at it for three hours? Then again, who are we to judge? This guy certainly judged, not only the sheer length of time during which this person played the song, but also the actual song itself!
This evil daughter tricked her dad with a little autocorrect adjustment. Apparently, she wasn't too fond of daddy-dearest using the word "kewl" in his texts. Can we blame her? Sigh, boomers. Just stick to your own slang! This genius prank probably left him completely stumped.
Proud of her achievements and wanting to share them with the rest of the world, she then went online and posted this screenshot to Twitter! We wonder if she started a global trend of kids trolling their dads' (or their moms') autocorrect. If so, we can only imagine the hilarious things that came out of it.
It's hard to let go of an ex, sometimes that little heart takes a while to heal. Throw some drinks into the mix and you have a recipe for an unhinged drunk texter. Looks like this girl wanted to let her ex know the terrible effects of curry noodles.
However, she ended up sending the message to her mother, which probably didn't have the kind of disastrous repercussions of texting that no-longer-boyfriend of hers. Mom wasn't too fazed by the message and just sent an "ok" with a few kisses. Now that's definitely not the kind of reply you would get from an ex.
Hi, It's Dog
Hey there! It's me, I'm a dog! Don't ask any questions, just behold my cuteness and stare in wonder. That's essentially what's happening here. (Either that or the sender's name is Doug.) While we are confused, we blame neither the dog nor the sender because gosh, that thing is cute.
The twist in the story though? This person confused the little pooch for a cat! How is that possible? We simply have no idea. This person needs to learn about animals pronto. In any case, that is one cute dog. Why would you want anyone to stop sending you pictures of it?