Toward an Heuristic Cel Phone Hermeneutic, Pt. II

We are all familiar with text messaging. "T-9." Well, most of us. My mother, for instance, has never used a cel phone. My dad uses a cel phone, but he doesn't understand how the textpad works, so the entries for all his contacts are random numbers and letters. Recently, while I was in the car with him, his celphone rang.

*Ring Ring*
"Can you check that? Who is it?"
"Uhh.. its.. akwhoo...akwhaaa..."
"Oh, Akwuzzinshump. That's your brother. Pick it up."

Awesome, dad.

Well, that is not my complaint. My complaint is that T-9 refuses to remember curse words.

"Dude, i am so ducking bored. Lets go kick some asp."

At least 'shit' comes out as 'shiv.' It isn't really on point, but it is still pretty badass.