Wrong number, bitch tits.

In this digital age my wife is trying to find more and more surefire ways of getting a hold of me. I have a cell phone but AT&T sucks at my house. I have an internet phone number through Yahoo however Yahoo Messenger can get kind of flaky at times. My wife has US Cellular, which works well at our house, so this weekend she decided to pick me up a second cell phone and add it to a family plan. I already have an iPhone so I don't need anything special, just the basic "free with 2-year contract" phone.

I'm guessing this number belonged to somebody else fairly recently, as I received the following text message this morning:

"the people running my school are incompetent. I almost didn't get my cap and gown because they lost my dues AGAIN."

At first I kind of chuckled at somebody else's near misfortune but then a little evil lightbulb lit up. This person thinks I'm somebody else. I could have a lot of fun with this. I haven't done anything yet, and I don't want to wait too long. So I'm hoping that a few of the more twisted people who read my blog can suggest something. I've gotten a couple suggestions at my office, but my personal favorite came from the VP of my company:

"Quit whining, bitch tits."

Somebody else suggested playing along and carrying on a conversation with the person before writing something extremely offensive. Since there's a chance this is a girl in high school, I should at least try to play nice. But maybe not.

Ideas?