Dateline: Thu 10 Jun 2010

Text messages are the new literature. OK, maybe not. But they are the new one-liners.

Blogger Eve Tushnet introduced me to this:

And now it's imperative you get on board. Text much? Over 40? Probably not, but this is your chance, since Indiana does not make the cut in "most active area codes." (We're still busy trying to be funny in Let It Out in the Star...sigh...)

Anyhow, the principle is that people text more as the night wears on (bars close, etc.)

The authors of the blog are interested not in whole conversations, but in the juiciest text message fragments. They write:

"We reserve the right to post portions of conversations without duplicating the entire thing. It's not because the entire thing isn't funny, but the funniest texts are those we can all relate to, so without the context of the conversation, they become really funny.

"Our goal was to create a site that was revealing in nature while concealing the identity of everyone involved. This is why we only ask for an area code to accompany your text messages."

They eschew offensiveness to the point of being vicious as well, but that's a matter of personal perspective. Anyhow, it's all anonymous, with only the area code used.

Indiana needs to get on board -- let's see some 317 on this site.

In the meantime, check it out, and here are some of my faves:


Just had sex with a girl from Italy. The only english she knew was Obama campaign slogans. Her screaming, "Yes we can!" as I was railing her not only turned me on but allowed my neighbors to know it was consentual.




how bad would it be if i made his twitter my home page?


So Ryan had to wash the dishes. His solution: take a shower with them. I'm never eating at his house again.


Guy, at Indiana University, once washed his dishes in the bathtub...including a pan that had lasagna in it. Are we in the wrong generation, or what?

Bon apetit.


Tell The Truth [Member] said:

An IU buddy from da southside of Chicaaaaaago once had his "uncles" down to make pasta sauce. We had no large vats, so they started in the tub.

I was 18 and naive. Turns out my IU friend came from a fmaily that, uh...let's just say they laundered money. And not in a Maytag.

I only figured it out over Christmas holiday, when reading the Chicago Trib, back when it was good (we're tlakign mid-70s): there, beside Sneed, was an article about multiple arrests for racketeering.

The uncles looked better in person than their mugshots.

I've been to Italy twice, and I eat Italian food all over the country. it's my favorite. But that pasta sauce was hands-down the best I've ever had. The red stain on our bathtub took weeks to get out. But we ate our asses off.

2010-06-11 08:38:53

ruthholl [Member] said:

What a great country this is. No big pots, no big dish pan: use what you got.
I wonder if you could sometime share the secret ingredient to that red gravy? Because we all know there's no such thing as a bacteria-free bathtub.
Sounds like something a local restaurateur could cook up and serve, with finesse...

2010-06-11 08:54:09

whosear [Member] said:

Reminds me of the stomping of the grapes in Bicknel or Clinton Indiana from which a dear friends family comes from...after first arriving from Italy.

All I could think of was, "So that's where red wine's earthy fraguence comes from.

2010-06-17 15:25:05

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