Tour was fucking rad this summer. If you haven’t done so yet check out our instagram to see some pics. Thanks to everyone who came out to a show, picked up some merch, moved around, or shared kind sentiments with us after our set, it really helped make the experience that much better.
But I digress, let’s cut to the story. When we were in Chicago a good friend of mine called me asking if we can prank call a guy that was an asshole to her friend. His name was TJ, he made one of her friends cry, and he “hated fat chicks”. Based on all of this info we were able to come to the conclusion that he was a bro.
Now on the road, with long van rides and shit, you tend to have a lot of free time. Since everyone in The Best of The Worst is a natural born prankster/goofball, we decided to have a little fun with this guy. What follows next is a remarkable and inspiring story of our interactions with TJ. Well not really, but it’s kinda fucking hilarious.
The following is a verbatim transcript of my conversations with a real life bro. All typos have been left in.
We started off with Kate (our trumpet player) leaving TJ a voicemail from my phone:
"Hey it’s Shelly from the club! Call me back!"
A few minutes later I received my first of many texts:
Tuesday July 22nd
TJ (7:27 PM) : Haha who is this! I’ll call you back!
ME (7:39 PM) :Shelly!…..From the club
TJ (7:39 PM): Haha send me a pic!
TJ (7:39 PM): Or your insta