Cell phone trauma...
::ring::
Tracey (T): yellllllllow? yes'm?
bitch on phone (b): hell-o?
T: YE-ah. who's this?
B: someone.
T: well, someone, what's your name?
B: neva-mind you. don't worry bout it.
T: bitch, then don't call my cell phone. ::click::
::ring::
T: OMAGA...yellow?
B: look bitch dont hang up on me mother fucker.
T: hold the fuck up...who the hell are you calling mah phone?
B: is frankie dere?
Me: BITCH WHO'S THIS CALLIN THIS FUCKIN CELL PHONE. FRANKIE? YEAH HE'S HERE. I'M FUCKIN HIM RIGHT NOW! ::sex noises:: ::click::
::ring::
T: uuuuuuh frankie....uhhhhh oh yeah....right in the front yard. OOOOOOOH FRANKIE.
B: ::silence::
T: what are you like 12?! where you live?
B: PSL bitch. meet us at lyngate park!
T&M: ok, we're on our way bitches.
2.5 hours later.
::ring::
T: yellow?
B: (playing "hood rich" song)
T: yeah, you're cool.
Me: fucking bitch stop fuckin callin, we'll beat your $%&* ass!!!!! (hand moving up and down)
Keem: what the hell's goin on stop callin my gf.
B: (babbling and ghetto talk...)
K: what is this some little white 9 year old girl fucking with people on the phone?
B: nah man. i'm a mexican bitch.
K: uh....well, we wanna know if you can come mow our lawn for us...
(hysterical laughter)
::click::
::ring::
M: yellow?
B: oh no you didn't
M: oh yes we did. blah blah blah la la la blaaaah mmmmmmmm mmmmm
B: (still talkin ghetto)
M: blah blah blah blah laaaaaaaaa
::click::
Marci is eating...........so she'll talk to ya later.....I hate little immature brats thinking their so big and bad......grrrrrrr.......if they call back..... IT'S ON!!!!!!......we'll find out where exactly lyngate is and go....
Tracey (T): yellllllllow? yes'm?
bitch on phone (b): hell-o?
T: YE-ah. who's this?
B: someone.
T: well, someone, what's your name?
B: neva-mind you. don't worry bout it.
T: bitch, then don't call my cell phone. ::click::
::ring::
T: OMAGA...yellow?
B: look bitch dont hang up on me mother fucker.
T: hold the fuck up...who the hell are you calling mah phone?
B: is frankie dere?
Me: BITCH WHO'S THIS CALLIN THIS FUCKIN CELL PHONE. FRANKIE? YEAH HE'S HERE. I'M FUCKIN HIM RIGHT NOW! ::sex noises:: ::click::
::ring::
T: uuuuuuh frankie....uhhhhh oh yeah....right in the front yard. OOOOOOOH FRANKIE.
B: ::silence::
T: what are you like 12?! where you live?
B: PSL bitch. meet us at lyngate park!
T&M: ok, we're on our way bitches.
2.5 hours later.
::ring::
T: yellow?
B: (playing "hood rich" song)
T: yeah, you're cool.
Me: fucking bitch stop fuckin callin, we'll beat your $%&* ass!!!!! (hand moving up and down)
Keem: what the hell's goin on stop callin my gf.
B: (babbling and ghetto talk...)
K: what is this some little white 9 year old girl fucking with people on the phone?
B: nah man. i'm a mexican bitch.
K: uh....well, we wanna know if you can come mow our lawn for us...
(hysterical laughter)
::click::
::ring::
M: yellow?
B: oh no you didn't
M: oh yes we did. blah blah blah la la la blaaaah mmmmmmmm mmmmm
B: (still talkin ghetto)
M: blah blah blah blah laaaaaaaaa
::click::
Marci is eating...........so she'll talk to ya later.....I hate little immature brats thinking their so big and bad......grrrrrrr.......if they call back..... IT'S ON!!!!!!......we'll find out where exactly lyngate is and go....