What if the last text you sent was the title of your autobiography?

We are all friends her now... right?

No one will think less of me because of this... right?

I can admit a guilty pleasure to all of you without being judged.... right?

Well here goes.

My name is hanshotfirst and every once in a while when there are commercials on both sports talk radio stations I listen to on my very short commute to work I sometimes switch on one of the pop music stations to listen to them talking to people who went on horrible first dates, or celebrity gossip, or give love advice, or whatever unimportant thing is trending on the internet that morning.

Wooooo. That was quite a mouthful. Glad I got that out of my system.

This week during one of my very brief (I swear it was super brief... I mean super brief) stops on KISS FM (which I am sure every major city now has) they were discussing the incredibly important topic of your last text. It seems the internet is a flutter with people sharing the last text they sent. (I am sure this is far from the first time this has popped up and I doubt it will be the last.)

Actual photo of me trying to find my last text. (Not really. It was far more difficult for me.)

But there is a catch. The goal of this exercise is to imagine that that exact text is the title of your autobiography.

Here are some of the examples I have seen so far:

"How much for the full hour?"

"I think this is because you skipped taking your pill last night remember"

"Can I take James to the circus"

"You’re not fat!"

"And now I have all this Vicodin for future period cramps."

Mine would be "Yes please but bourbon not rye" (this is actually true).

What would yours be?

Image of man who is not me, but very well could be me.