Inappropriate Emoticon Use
Posted: February 4th, 2010, 2:51 pm
So I get an e-mail from a friend today. I won't write of the subject matter, but I will say that the emoticon he used at the end of it most certainly did NOT "fit" the content of the e-mail. I found it funny, as the subject was not life or death or anything too serious.
Have any of you experienced this? Maybe from time to time we should just use inappropriate emoticons for the hell of it. For example:
Dear Steve,
Man. I am writing to you from the DeKalb County Detention Center. I only have five minutes. Sucks dude. I woke up at 4:00 a.m. face down in a drainage ditch on the service road by I-85. You know, over near Big Buck's Bison Burgers? Anyway, my pants were at my knees. But what woke me up? A cop. Yeah. a fuckin' cop. His flashlight. He pulled me up by my belt buckle and let me pull my pants up before immediately hand-cuffing me. I was wet and muddy, as it had been raining all night you know. So I make a motion with my right shoulder to try in vain to get the itchy grass, mud, and what I can only assume to be rodent urine off the side of my face when suddenly officer whatever tasers me. No shit. He tasered me man! Being tasered is bad enough. Tasered when wet, half naked, drunk and wearing a bra, well.....holy shit man. He accused me of assaulting a police officer. Bull-fucking-shit. I was handcuffed dude! Anyway, when I came to, the officer showed me the car I had stolen. It was upside down about 50 yards in front of me in the ditch. Well, oh. Here they come. I gotta go. Dude, I'm in HUGE trouble. Vince is working on my bail now. Pray. Talk soon. I love you man.
-Greg
Have any of you experienced this? Maybe from time to time we should just use inappropriate emoticons for the hell of it. For example:
Dear Steve,
Man. I am writing to you from the DeKalb County Detention Center. I only have five minutes. Sucks dude. I woke up at 4:00 a.m. face down in a drainage ditch on the service road by I-85. You know, over near Big Buck's Bison Burgers? Anyway, my pants were at my knees. But what woke me up? A cop. Yeah. a fuckin' cop. His flashlight. He pulled me up by my belt buckle and let me pull my pants up before immediately hand-cuffing me. I was wet and muddy, as it had been raining all night you know. So I make a motion with my right shoulder to try in vain to get the itchy grass, mud, and what I can only assume to be rodent urine off the side of my face when suddenly officer whatever tasers me. No shit. He tasered me man! Being tasered is bad enough. Tasered when wet, half naked, drunk and wearing a bra, well.....holy shit man. He accused me of assaulting a police officer. Bull-fucking-shit. I was handcuffed dude! Anyway, when I came to, the officer showed me the car I had stolen. It was upside down about 50 yards in front of me in the ditch. Well, oh. Here they come. I gotta go. Dude, I'm in HUGE trouble. Vince is working on my bail now. Pray. Talk soon. I love you man.
-Greg
