Random text messages!

So, since last week, I have been getting a bunch of forward texts from a number I don't recognize. Because this cell phone is fairly new to me, and has a Las Vegas number, it's not much of a stretch to think that this person is texting someone that used to have this number. I have never responded to the texts, and although most of them were pretty harmless "jokey" kind of texts, a few have been downright gross, albeit funny. Each time I get one, I tell myself that I am going to respond and tell them that whoever used to have my number, doesn't have it anymore. But every time I get one, I am not in a position to stop what I am doing to answer the random text. That is until last night. So, I get a text askin what I was doin from that number. I was bored so I answered back.

THEM: hey watcha doin?
ME: nuthin, just chillin. andu?
THEM: same same. havent seen u in a while
ME: ya been busy
THEM: we shud get 2gether
ME: maybe but i got a lot goin on
THEM: like what?
ME: just stuff?
THEM: what kinda stuff?
So at this point, I really don't know if I am talkin to a guy or a girl. My guess, I am talkin to a guy, but I try to find out.
ME: workin, playin
THEM: oh. So lets get together
ME: cant. im outa town
THEM: where?
ME: outa town. u askin for a booty call or sumpin
THEM: ya right, like you have such a great dick i gotta have u. jus wonderin
THEM: whatever. 
ME: u jus askin a bunch of questions like u was checkin up on me
THEM: u really outta town?
ME: yeah. u should send me a pic
THEM: what 4? u got plenty of them from b4
ME: ya buts that been a while
About ten minutes go by and nothin. The game has already lost its appeal, and I am now bored with it anyhow. Then I get another text. I open it up, and it is this little EMO chick with zebra hair taking of pic of herself in a bathroom mirror. She was nice to look at, but now I feel bad. I just get ready to text back, when I get another, then another, then another, then another. 6 more pictures in all. I saw enough of her to damn near give her a gyno exam.
ME: thanx for da pics
HER: yep, now ur turn.
ME: I can't. I don't even know u. 
HER: what?
ME: I don't know you. Whoever you think has this number is not who has it now
HER: whatever weener!
ME: No really, my name is samantha. 
HER: really?
ME: ya. sorry i was bored
HER: really? really?
So I took a picture of myself and sent it to her, and never got a text back the rest of the night. It was pretty fuckin hilarious to be honest with you. I did kind of feel bad for a second, but that feeling has past.