So you all remember
my story about Carl having left pictures of his cock on my phone, right? Well I thought -- fine, if he's gonna put these on here, I'm just gonna use them as the picture ID that comes up when he calls. :: laugh ::
And that was fine and dandy, and then last night my brother
Todd wanted to see the phone, so I showed it to him, and he was going through the ringtones, whose order I seem to know by heart now. And then suddenly, I hear the phone jump to the last tune on the list, "Dancing Queen". Hey, that's
Carl's ring ...
Suddenly Todd blurts out, "Roger?! Why the fuck did a picture of a cock pop up?!"
"Oh hey, Carl's calling! Hand it over here!"
I was rather amused by this, as was Carl when I told him. "So did he like the picture?" he asked in a fit of laughter. Later he told Todd, "That's what you get for putzing with Roger's phone."
"He handed it to me!"
"Then that's what you get for putzing with something Roger hands you." Oh, great lesson there, honey. Thaaaaaanks. ^^;;;;