A voicemail I received recently.
What's up, bitch? I know you messin' with my girl. I know who you are. You're tall, blonde, I know you. And your fat friend? Ass. I know him too. I'ma fuck every one of you guys up. I know where you live. You fucking idiot. You work at Wal-Mart. I know you. I KNOW you. Oh, don't think it's one of your friends bitch. No, no, oh no. It's an enemy. I know you.