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It is 6am PST and do you know who your pants are trying to booty call?
I was woken up to a phone call from a number I didn't recognize this morning at 6am (2pm Manchester time if I do the translation right). I do keep my phone next to my bed for emergency purposes, but unless I recognize the number, or it is local, I don't tend to answer it. Not to mention that this phone number was a few too many digits long. 2 digits too long XX-XXX-XXX-XXXX. My foggy brain realizes that this makes it an out of country call, and if I am the emergency contact for someone out of country... then it can't be that big of an emergency. Or at least not one that can't wait till I wake up more. So the call goes to my voice-mail. After about a minute I don't hear a 'You have voice-mail' message, so I figure it must have been a wrong number or a tele-marketer.
About 5 minutes later, I do hear the voice-mail beep. First thought, wow that was some lag. Second though, wow, that was a really long message. Third thought, oh $#!^ that was a really, really long message, the kind I used to get when Tyadda's phone used to call my phone just too tell him she missed him (or just to flirt in phone language, we were never sure) without her knowledge. That mixed with the out of country area code, made me really wonder. So I woke up more and checked the voice mail. It was pretty much exactly what I had thought. Someones pants had called me and lift a neat message. A really, really long, neat message.
I swear that I haven't tried to get in anyone else's pants, so it can't be held against me when someones pants try and drunk-dial me. Oh and vulgarcriminal tell your pants that I appreciate the offer, but I am married so they have to stop calling or my wife might get suspicious. (or at least it sounded like you in the background of the message, and the country code was right so I am assuming) And I am also sorry about your long distance phone bill this month, but it really was the pants fault, not mine :) I am irresistible to denim!
I was woken up to a phone call from a number I didn't recognize this morning at 6am (2pm Manchester time if I do the translation right). I do keep my phone next to my bed for emergency purposes, but unless I recognize the number, or it is local, I don't tend to answer it. Not to mention that this phone number was a few too many digits long. 2 digits too long XX-XXX-XXX-XXXX. My foggy brain realizes that this makes it an out of country call, and if I am the emergency contact for someone out of country... then it can't be that big of an emergency. Or at least not one that can't wait till I wake up more. So the call goes to my voice-mail. After about a minute I don't hear a 'You have voice-mail' message, so I figure it must have been a wrong number or a tele-marketer.
About 5 minutes later, I do hear the voice-mail beep. First thought, wow that was some lag. Second though, wow, that was a really long message. Third thought, oh $#!^ that was a really, really long message, the kind I used to get when Tyadda's phone used to call my phone just too tell him she missed him (or just to flirt in phone language, we were never sure) without her knowledge. That mixed with the out of country area code, made me really wonder. So I woke up more and checked the voice mail. It was pretty much exactly what I had thought. Someones pants had called me and lift a neat message. A really, really long, neat message.
I swear that I haven't tried to get in anyone else's pants, so it can't be held against me when someones pants try and drunk-dial me. Oh and vulgarcriminal tell your pants that I appreciate the offer, but I am married so they have to stop calling or my wife might get suspicious. (or at least it sounded like you in the background of the message, and the country code was right so I am assuming) And I am also sorry about your long distance phone bill this month, but it really was the pants fault, not mine :) I am irresistible to denim!