YOU REALLY FIND OUT WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE -- WHEN YOU'RE DEAD!

You are no doubt familiar with "sexting," but do you know what "actsting" is?  It's when you act out an entire improv "scene" with a friend through text messages.  I invented this and it's all the rage.


This is an actual text message thread between myself and my "friend," Muffy Bolding.  No, despite her uncanny resemblance to a dykey prison matron, Muffy is NOT a lesbo.  As a matter of fact, the poor thing seemed genuinely surprised when I told her that upon our first meeting I just assumed she was a full-blown Indigo Girls-lovin', granola-eatin', man-hatin' carpet muncher.  But she is, in fact, the heterosexual mother of three children.  Keep that in mind as you read the shocking and revealing transcript that follows.  A MOTHER!  Of three very unfortunate children.  THIS WOMAN IS A MONSTER...


After ignoring a text message inviting her to join me for the midday meal known as "luncheon" -- and several subsequent texts -- Muffy finally gets around to responding to me, HOURS LATER.


MONSTER BOLDING: How are you, Mein Queen?


ABUSED & NEGLECTED LITTLE ME: This is a T-Mobile operator. Unfortunately, the person you are texting has committed suicide.


A good ten minutes goes by with no response.


A&NLM: We are actually keeping a record of people's responses to be compiled in a special book for the funeral.  I will put you down as "NO RESPONSE."


MB: Put me down as "FUCK THAT BITCH!" I never liked her anyway.


A&NLM: Wow. I guess every awful thing he wrote about you in his suicide note was true.


MB: AND HOW, motherfucker!


A&NLM: This is an outrage! I am beginning to think that perhaps you had something to do with this so-called "suicide"...


MB: "Something to do with?" Honey, that was no accidental overdose -- that champagne/Seconal enema was administered up that bitch's tired ass by my very own hand!


A&NLM: Just in case you think this is some kind of joke, please see the attached photo...

A&NLM: Your "friend" is dead.  And obviously had "combination skin!"


MB: IT BETTER NOT BE A JOKE. Do you know how hard it was finding that bitch's asshole so I could pop in the bottle of Moet & Chandon?  Oh, and this is me RSVPing for that bitch's funeral. Party of ONE.

A&NLM: Thank you!  You see, that was all we needed "Ms." Bolding (I assume from this photo that you too are a man who dresses as a woman, like our murder victim).  The police are on their way!


MB: Wait. That picture. The lead singer of Oingo Boingo is DEAD!?


A&NLM: For your information, his name is Danny Elfman, and he is now an accomplished composer.


MB: LOL!


A&NLM: Laugh it up, "lady"! I hope you enjoy your extended vacation at Sybil Brand.


MB: Do me a favor. Tell that bitch's rotting stinking corpse that I'll be over in ten minutes to pick up my painting, my dogs, and my antique mahjong set.  Good day!


A&NLM:  And do me a favor... Visit my blog in about thirty minutes when this entire text thread will appear as my next entry!


MB: What!?


A&NLM: Very good day indeed, SIR!