The Onosecond
Wired magazine once defined the 'onosecond' as the time between hitting 'send' and realising that you really didn't mean to send that to your granny.
What inappropriate email/text/photo have you sent to wrong people? Are they speaking to you any more?
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 10:15)
Wired magazine once defined the 'onosecond' as the time between hitting 'send' and realising that you really didn't mean to send that to your granny.
What inappropriate email/text/photo have you sent to wrong people? Are they speaking to you any more?
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 10:15)
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God damn new mobile phones....................
I decided to be clever with my address book and put my girlfriend's home and mobile number under one name with the hope that it would make my life a small amount easier.
One nite out with my mates, I decided to do the boyfriend thing and give her a call, only to be greeted with a mans voice.
me "err, who's this?"
man "who's calling please?"
Me being the protective kind of person, and a few pints aside, come to the conclusion that my lady must have had her mobile stolen.
me "who the FUCK is this?"
man "excuse me, who is this?"
me "what the FUCK are you doing with this phone?"
man "erm, I'm going to call the police if you continue?"
Realising that something wasn't right, I pull the phone away from my ear and stare in disbelief at my girlfriends parents phone number on my phone display.
They never found out and the secret will die with me.
No appoligies for height or width, cubed.
( , Tue 31 May 2005, 14:59, Reply)
I decided to be clever with my address book and put my girlfriend's home and mobile number under one name with the hope that it would make my life a small amount easier.
One nite out with my mates, I decided to do the boyfriend thing and give her a call, only to be greeted with a mans voice.
me "err, who's this?"
man "who's calling please?"
Me being the protective kind of person, and a few pints aside, come to the conclusion that my lady must have had her mobile stolen.
me "who the FUCK is this?"
man "excuse me, who is this?"
me "what the FUCK are you doing with this phone?"
man "erm, I'm going to call the police if you continue?"
Realising that something wasn't right, I pull the phone away from my ear and stare in disbelief at my girlfriends parents phone number on my phone display.
They never found out and the secret will die with me.
No appoligies for height or width, cubed.
( , Tue 31 May 2005, 14:59, Reply)
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