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Jake from State Farm

Have you seen the commercials for State Farm with Jake?
If you haven't, take a minute: 



It's always cracked me up, and my sense of humor wants to run with it. Especially when I get a text like this one:
I don't get them often. Usually it's when someone sends out a group text and I just type in a reply, that is then sent to the entire group. Hey, I forget....

Anyway, the other group members don't know who the follow-up texts are from. They usually send a message asking who I am. I so badly want to use that line the next time I get one. Ha ha ha.

Do you reply to text messages that you don't know who they're from? I'm guessing that you are smart enough to realize that they are usually a reply to a group message.

Not long ago a friend sent a group message of a picture of her new haircut. I replied with something like, "Wow, hot mamma!" without thinking that it went back to the whole group.

One recipient was not happy. She replied to me something along the lines of, "My husband doesn't think so."

That made me really laugh, for two reasons, she felt the need to tell me she was married, and also because her husband doesn't find her to be a hot mamma. 

So from now on I'm going to try to remember to reply personally to those group texts. This way I won't offend your friends or make them think that someone out there is watching them. Ha ha ha.

Go ahead, text me: "Who is this?"
My reply will be: "Jake from State Farm"

Or, if I'm feeling up to it, I'll just say, "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die."

Course, that could have a rather unfortunate ending.

Comments

  1. Hilarious, Jake!!! I'm going to have to remember that. I do not reply, but I am tempted to have a conversation. I've received a couple of "Hey!! Who is this???" Next time I'll reply...:)

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  2. Let me know how that turns out ;)

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  3. That's a funny idea! The Jake from State Farm commercial always makes me laugh....and that's saying something because I hate commercials.

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