Thanks for that. Thank you, dear friend, for the WhatsApp message.
Thank you so much for the long, loooong joke that took me five minutes to read. On my cellphone. I realise my HTC HD7 has a relatively large screen for its range, but still, it’s a fucking cellphone.
I’m not trying to read short stories on it. That”s not what it was made for.
And yes, what I really needed in my life was that 500Kb photo of your lunch, another lame “Priceless” joke or a chimpanzee giving the finger.
Of course I have an unlimited data plan, and of course I love that image you got from another original genius who received it on email from someone else who just discovered Google.
Because what I really need in my easy-going, lethargic existence is another medium for you to send me jokes, my friend.
It’s not enough to email, text, Facebook or Tweet your jokes to me. I’ve always wanted to diversify WhatsApp’s seemingly efficient communication functions to 10-year-old jokes and worthless pictures.
So, thank you my dear friend, for not wasting my time at all.
I wish you’d do it just one more time.