Some friends of mine and I were having a movie night at my place. I think. Or we were chilling, I don't quite remember. Anyway, point is, one of my friends got a text message from a mutual friend: our mutual friend was pleased to announce that he was on his way to getting himself very laid that night!

So, naturally, all four of us started texting him back like mad with quotes from the radio chatter from the Death Star run. "ALMOST THERE!" "YOU'VE GOT ONE ON YOUR TAIL!" "BLAST IT, BIGGS, WHERE ARE YOU?!" "ALMOST THERE!" and so on and so forth. After a good fifteen, sixteen of these texts we got a very angry phone call. The man was laughing so hard that he couldn't breath and wasn't able to pay attention to the lady he was wooing.

Actually, he didn't get any that night anyway - and it wasn't our fault (not our fault)! The friend who received the original text promised to deliver the final blow to him later: "Negative, negative. It didn't go in..."