All marvel at my Google prowess.

You may not know this.  But I have a gift.

In college we had a research day that required for one of my MGMT classes. Ensue an entire 80 minutes of lecture from the dusty librarian man.  He put this small curved object on the podium - travel size  and the first person to give him the proper term for the object would win.

GUESS WHO OWNED THAT COMPETITION.

Bam.

I didn't think anything of it then.  Whatever.  Google that shit, get a certificate.

But now?  Hit me up with whatever - Need a reverse phone number look up?  I'll GTS that and correlate the findings with a church bulletin.  Results within 15 minutes (don't ask).  Master of my craft.

So today:

Ne-Yo: I hereby now commission you to provide me a service...
>> find a website dedicated to Auto-Correct mishaps 

if such a site exists not, create it 

with a "what was sent vs. what was meant" column

me: ha i'm sure that exists 

and that it's epic

Ne-Yo: DISCOVER IT

me: i'll do my darndest

Ne-Yo: I'm scouring 

with no luck 

me: really?

Ne-Yo: you're more connected than I am

me: it's true. i've got a gift

Ne-Yo: I'm anxiously awaiting your results

me: give me 5 minutes

Sent at 3:11 PM on Wednesday

me: you're welcome: http://www.redpenbrigade.com/?cat=41
...ish.

Sent at 3:16 PM on Wednesday

Ne-Yo: I didn't see a series of text messages lol

me: you didn't specify

Ne-Yo:yes I did! 

auto correct mistakes!

Sent at 3:19 PM on Wednesday

me: bitches i'm ill.
http://damnyouautocorrect.com/ 

also...http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9885737-oops

That's right.  Bitches I'm ill.