Time is running out
You’ve got to act now
Stay one step ahead
Of that moronic text somehow
There’s no turning back
Here in the danger zone
You’ve got to manually delete that text
From that dude’s cell phone!
Thank you, officers!
Good luck, Rebecca!
It’s a—
Textmergency
Baby, can’t you see?
Textmergency
That term just occurred to me
It’s gonna catch on instantly!
Wait, what about
Textastrophe?
That sounds better to me!
Textastrophe!
That could really spread virally!
I prefer textmergency
I accidentally texted my mother-in-law
A picture of my erection
I once group texted my whole staff
About my yeast infection!
Exactly! It’s so relatable
That’s why I coined the phrase:
Textastrophe!
That’s the meme, don’t you agree?
All due respect
Textmergency
Is the better term, Miss C
Hmmm, I wanna go with
Textastrophe
I already put it on
Urban Dictionary
You fools! It doesn’t matter what it’s called. That’s right, it’s me,
the ghost of Steve Jobs! What matters is that I control your lives from the
grave! Technology is slowly alienating everyone from their loved ones—ha ha ha
ha ha!
And when you send a few words to the wrong recipient and it immediately
destroys your life, that’s called a—
(sung)
Messagepocalypse!
Get out of here, Steve Jobs!
Guys, what about that lawyer chick? We’ve gotten really off track…
She’s searching for the spare key
Looked under the mat!
It’s clearly hidden in that owl!
Look in that flower pot, hurry!
Hurry up and check that Buddha sconce
Check the Buddha sconce
Check the Buddha sconce!
She did it!
Now she can delete the text
She won’t need to come up with a
Textcuse!
Texplanation!
Textmergency just flows!
No, dude, textastrophe, it’s what it is…
Dude, she’s totally right.
Textscuse me!