Okay, I’ll write, you read. But we’ll both smile, and that’s what Fridays are all about.
Do y’all do Talk To Text?
I do not. Siri cannot negotiate my accent.
Siri cannot negotiate The Mister’s accent, either, but he’s in denial. I dunno why. His accent is thicker n mine.
That’s the kinda thing Siri can’t negotiate.
Siri be all, “I don’t know what you mean, Jolene,”
I repeat, “Fifty-six-hundred Haverferd.”
“Sorry, I didn’t quite get that.”
“You useless bitch.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way.”
“Five Six Zero Zero Hay-ver-ford.”
“Here’s what I found.”
*POKES MAP HARD* like it will hurt Siri
Ain’t nobody over here usin the language of power like, “I journeyed to the desert upon my anonymous horse.”
That’s for work.
It was so.
And if my mother asks any of you, I wore metallic loafers. Cause I just couldn’t suede.
Happy Friday Everyone!