Should I feel this guilty?

Okay. This HAD to go in a post all it's own. So, yesterday, Rebekah texts me and says something along the lines of, "We should text morbid things to random numbers." I was babysitting and the kids had just gone to bed, I was having trouble finding the right remotes to watch stuff, so I figured, eh, why not?

So, it began. We each gave a number to the other, of someone that WE knew, but THEY didn't. No one responded. So we did another number. And this is where I got results. Now, we didn't know who we were texting. To make it funnier, ya know? About half way through the conversation, I guessed who it was. I've never talked to this girl, before last night, but I gathered who she was, therefore freaking her out more.

Here's our conversation:

Me: I'm sorry about all the extra blood.
Her: So whosssss this?
Me: That's not important. I just really wanted to apologize for all the blood in your car.
Her: Sokay. I'm a vampire.
Me: Oh thank goodness. How long have you been a vampire?
Her: Three months and 2 days.
Me: I'm so glad you've kept track. Considering this, I assume it's okay that I left a body in your car? Only one...three.
Her: Nah that's okay. I'll dump em in the trash on my way home.
Me: You are a life saver! Or rather...a life...dumper. I got nothin. But yeah. Could you keep 3 teeth from each victim for me?
Her: Actually...I can only get you two teeth...
Me: ....why not all three?
Her: I need to finish my bracelets. Hey cmon. Beggars can't be choosers.
Me: But I need NINE total teeth. I need ALL of them. I can't have SIX. SIX?! What do you take me for?!
Her: For a moon bouncer.
Me: AN EFFING MOON BOUNCER?! Dude, don't be this crevice in my arm. Give me the teeth.
Her: YES. EFFIE. EFFING TRINKET. I'll be a crevice if I want to! I WILL NOT BE SILENCED!
Me: GIVE ME THE FRIGGIN TEETH!
Her: MAKE ME! COME AT ME BROOOOOOOOO.
Me: The next body will be yours...or the teeth. Your choice.
Her: AIGHT. I'll give ya eight teeth.
Me: You are so SEXY right now. I can deal with that.
Her: MADAM. I DIGRESS. THAT IS NOT OKAY.
Me: ...what makes you think I am of the female gender?
Her: Well, judging by ur attempt to deny it, ur a man.
Me: Maybe I'm a female AND a male. Ever thought of that?!
Her: Whatever floats your boat. I don't judge.
Me: Also, I can get your some more teeth in two hours for the bracelets. I know your girlfriend wanted those stat.
Her: Nah sall good. Anyway srsly who is this?
Me: Your worst nightmare.
Her: Cool. Srsly who?
Me: You don't know me.
Her: Do you know my name?
Me: Nope.
Her: Ok. But who are you?
Me: My name is Dee Dee Buttersnaps.
Her: Cool. Or Something. 
Me: Yup.
Her: Where'd you get my number?
Me: The phonebook. Maybe. Actually, I just lied on accident.
Her: Palmer?
Me: I one knew someone whose last name was Palmer. Or something.
Her: Ok well. Bye. Goodluck with. Whatever you do.
Me: Thank you! I'll let my female banana companion know you said hi, Miss. M. :)
Her: ....who is this?
Me: Nobody.
Her: Srsly.
Me: You don't know me.
Her: Ok. But do you know me?
Me: I know of you.
Her: Ok? Who is this?
Me: My friend is your friend. I guess you could say we're friends through association.
Her: Which friend are we discussing?
Me: Your mother.
Her: I can't tell if you're serious or not.
Me: And that's the beauty of mysterious random texts. Let me know if you find any more bodies/teeth. Bye!

Phew. Okay. So, I hope that made you laugh. At least once. I feel sorta guilty, cuz Beka just told me that it super freaked her out, and she had to have her friend come and check her car for bodies...and then she called Beka and told her about this freaky person. Once Beka calmed her down tho, she thought it was hilarious tho...apparently. But anyway. I feel guilty. SO, Miriah...if you are reading this, I formally and PUBLICLY apologize. Uhyup.

Here's the link to Beka's blog post  where she refers to her experience.

Laters, peeps.