Pass it on?

We all get F’n email forwards. I hate them. I know nothing will happen to me better or worse if I send this to ten or more people in the next five minutes. Until this last year I still felt somehow superstitious about the entire thing and forwarded them. My only resolve was that I deleted the portion about needing to forward the email prior to sending the burden on to the next person.

This year I have decided to live my life on the edge and not forward anything other than things I find funny. Actually that’s how Rusty convinced me to start a blog, he was tired of sharing my forwards...

…and here we are…

I think my mother would have preferred to have kept the forwards coming than read this… but her choice.

A new world of forwards has been shared with me this last week. The “Text Message Forward”… introduced to me by none other than Rusty.

Friday afternoon I received: “Today is national day for the disabled. Please take time to forward this message to a retarded person as I did for you.”

I died laughing… and promptly forwarded it to nearly everyone in my phone contacts. It was received mostly well… and made me smile all afternoon.

This was great until today I received (sorry Crazy): “FWD: If you had sex 365 times in 12 months and melted down the rubbers to make a tire, what would you have? A Fucking Goodyear.”

Funny? Shore. (How LaLo says sure… sarcastically.)

But is this the new wave? Shall I now receive waves of forwards on my phone? I just hope they don’t start with the “forward or else” texts. If they do… sorry folks, but I’ll delete your obligation to do the same before sending them to you, I promise.