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April 21, 2010
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Texted
So, hi, is everyone here using “text” as a verb now? As in, “Hey, what are you doing, stranger boy?” “Oh, nothing, I’m just texting my friend that he should get me some righteous drugs.” Or as in, “Did you text that guy about killing the bobcat in the back yard yet?” Here’s the thing, folks: if you’re already using the slang verb “text,” then you have an obligation to conjugate it correctly in the past perfect tense by saying “texted.” Okay? As in, “Yeah, I texted God about my situation, but I think I accidentally texted Santa Claus instead because all I was really texting about was something I wanted - hence the confusion.”
