I was hanging out with my friend Taylor at his dorm, and we were going to head down to Gamer’s Night on campus, but I’d forget my dice at my place. So, I texted what I thought was his roommate, Caleb, and said “Hey! Can I borrow your dice? I left mine at home.” Didn’t get a response back, didn’t think anything of it.
So I woke up this morning to three missed called from “Caleb” and one from some other cell phone. The ones from the number I texted had some guy going “I don’t think I know who you are!” all pissed off. But the one from the other number was great…
“Hi Cassie, this is Sherry. You left a message on Joel’s phone. Um… I live here. I’ve been living here for four years. He must be stepping out and telling people he’s not seeing anyone. Um… we sleep together *awkwardly long pause* …every night. So, he got your message, he’ll bring the ‘dice’. Alright? Thanks. Have a great day. Hope you two have fun tonight.”
DUDE WHAT?! I’m a 19-year-old dork who left her d20 on her desk. Calm your tits.
I am somewhat puzzled what the secret code word “dice” stood for in their minds.