Oct 31, 2003 18:29
Trying to pull all-nighters are awesome! But other than that, my sister, Natalie (for you guys that don't know her name), has the dumbest fucking friends ever. Here's is the conversation that just took place a little while ago:
Me: Hello.
Girl: Is Natalie there?
Me: No. (Assuming the girl goes to Dunwoody) Has the game started yet?
Girl: What game?
Me: The Dunwoody football game... OK, never mind, she's at the game. Do you want her cell number?
Girl: (After a long pause) Is Natalie there?
Me: No, she's not here. Who is this?
Girl: Rena (or Lena, something stupid).
Me: OK, Rena. Do you want her number?
Girl: (Another long pause)
Me: Rena.
(Boy gets on)
Boy: Hello.
Me: Hello.
Boy: Is Natalie there?
Me: No, she's not. Who is this?
Boy: Andrew.
Me: Hi, I'm Andrew too. How are you doing?
Boy: I'm doing fine. (Talks to other people in the room) Does Natalie have a brother named Andrew? Did you tell me 770-451-3155? Is that her house?
Me: Yes, I'm her brother.
Boy: Natalie Reefman.
Me: Reifman.
Boy: Oh, OK.
Me: Do you want her cell number?
Boy: Yeah.
Me: (I give him the number)
Boy: This is her cell?
Me: Yes. (What else could it be if you're already calling her house?)
Boy: Thanks. Bye.
Fucking stupid kids. Call my house again and I'll kill you five times before you even hit the ground.
-Andrew