Imagine. It’s a Saturday night, you’ve knocked back one or two or eight fireball shots and are feeling pretty loose. You check your phone a little after midnight, but instead a missed text or two from equally drunk friends, you find yourself ass-backwards in the most screwed up love triangle ever recorded on Twitter.
So I guess some random number texted me last night while I was drunk and this happened pic.twitter.com/6523FIaRaO
— Jackson Strick (@StrickJackson) April 8, 2018
That’s precisely what happened to Jackson Strick who, fortunately for us, screenshot the conversation for a cringe-inducing play by play on what happened.
Trevor, stop. You’re tearing the family apart.