Noah Paul, a 15-year-old from Oklahoma, received a mysteriously juicy text on Monday afternoon from someone who identified herself as "Helen."
And things quickly got heated.
Paul shared the text on Twitter, and people were entranced:
It plays like a scene right out of one of the Real Housewives shows. Whoever this "Helen" is, she is catty. And "Christi" better watch her back. And probably "Brittney" too, for that matter.
But what exactly did she do?
Twitter was obsessed:
OMG Helen is sooooo pissed the BBQ was ruined. Why does Brit have to ruin everything?— jënnï (@freckledjenni) September 5, 2017
I love the hugs and kisses sign off. It should be a mandatory ending for all aggressive messages.— Stronkes (@stronkes101) September 5, 2017
"You're the worst! Hugs & kisses"
And they wanted Paul to add fuel to the already-raging fire:
Please respond with "Brittney did nothing wrong" and see what she says.— Jen DW (@jendaviswilson) September 5, 2017
Please I beg you to respond! Accusenher precious Caitlin of something completely archaic.— 📎 Katie Deroche 📎 (@KatieDeroche) September 5, 2017
There were some pretty apt comparisons:
But wait. It gets better.
Paul then received a second text 3 hours later:
Hold up. Brittney and Caitlin are teenagers?? That was unexpected.
Twitter was shocked:
But before things could get out of control, there was another plot twist: turns out, Helen, Christi and their out-of-control daughters don't exist. Paul had been pranked.
"The night before, I went to a football game and I made a bunch of new friends," he told Buzzfeed News. "I found out those friends gave another friend of mine my cell phone number without my knowledge."
Even though it was all a prank, Paul wasn't upset. "It doesn't really matter that it wasn't a real person, in my opinion," he said. "I'm glad people got some laughs out of it, I sure did!"
Well played, pranksters. Well played.
Growing up as a Muslim-Albanian family with very patriarchal ideas on the way a family is supposed to operate, my idea of what a father should be was a very "man's man" one.
He brings home the bacon, laughs maybe five times a year, and was really into Clint Eastwood and Martin Scorcese movies. Oh, and a Marlboro Red had to be perpetually hanging out the side of his mouth.
Fast forward years later and here I am, dadding it up, and I'm not that, like, at all. The manliest thing I probably do is hit the gym, bro, and not shave my chest hair. Other than that though, I'm nothing like the former generation of "guy's guys" that raised me. Which I'm totally cool with, because I'm already learning special hair braids to try out on my daughter once she gets older. Because her old man might be a North Jersey meathead, but he's going to be a meathead who doesn't mind having tea parties and getting his nails painted with his little girl.