{.:.Epic Fail.:.}

I'll be the first to admit that I've lived a very sheltered life.

If you know me in person, you already know that.

And you also know that I'm okay with that.

I just think that some things shouldn't be discussed.

You know.

Because they aren't very ladylike.

But today I will make an exception.

Because I have to share what happened last night.

.:.:.:.

Last night, I received my first dirty text message.

{I believe the appropriate Urban Dictionary Term is "Sext."}

And, as my luck would have it, it was from a wrong number.

And it was accompanied by quite the descriptive text.

Lovely.

.:.:.:.

Oh.
Em.
Gee.

.:.:.:.

Who does that?

I mean, I understand that mistakes happen.

There are miss dials and what not.

But I mean, GEEZ.

How about a little proofreading?

A number test?

Starting out with hello, just in case?

Something?!?

.:.:.:.

In case you're wondering, I did not respond.

I'm not that kind of girl.

Instead, I deleted the text from my phone.

Ahh...If only I could delete it from my memory.

.:.:.:.

Epic Fail, y'all.

{.:.14.:.}

{Source}

I usually try to steer clear of highly controversial topics...

You know...
...Religion...Politics...College Football...

But today, I'll make an exception.

It really is great to be from Alabama.

Roll Tide, y'all.