My brain just can't do it. I cannot function on this level at all.
stupid immaturity.
Prank calling = I cannot justify this type of prank calling in any which way in my brain. my mind will not allow this kind of comprehension. I DON'T GET IT.
Story:
My dad a couple months ago kept getting prank calls. Whatever. I tell him to brush it off. I remember being 12 and stupid.
They are back.
I don't get it.
Last night they kept calling over and over. These two girls "Ashley" and "Erica."
Ok once, twice, funny. But over and over and over. To the point where we have to keep our phone off the hook so it doesn't ring. Or it will keep ringing and ringing until we pick up. No message left. Only a "Is Justin there?"
No.
My dad tries to play along. He doesn't get far. They will hang up on him. And then call back.
Again and again. Talk a few minutes (playing along). Hang up.
Fnally I said I wanna have some fun, dad lemme answer it.
Ring ring.
(Me) "Hello"
(dumb bitch) "Is Justin there?"
(Me) "This is he."
(DB) "No this sounds like a girl"
(Me) "This is Justin"
(DB) "Can I talk to Justin please?"
(Me) "You are speaking to him"
(DB) "You're a lying bitch"
End conversation. Dumb bitch hangs up.
Ring Ring.
What in the fuck did we do to these dumb skags so they have to act this way?
That was last night. Didn't bother me. I thought it was semi funny. (semi)
But then this morning, the phone rang about 6 times. I was sleeping. I heard it. Didn't answer. Figure, if it's importnant, they'll leave a message. Finally after the 7th ring I thought i'd get up thinking maybe my dad was trying to get ahold of me. That was at 9am. I've been up ever since. It is now 12:45. The phone never rang.... until 5 minutes ago.
"Is justin there?"
I said "yeah hold on" and left the phone off the hook. Turned to the puter, blasted some music.
It's off the hook still.
I'm thinking they were the ones calling this morning.
I can't rationalize it AT ALL in my head. It gives me a headashe trying to relate to them. I'm TRYING to understand the humor. But my brain will not stoop that low. It will not allow me to understand where the huor lies. I will have a brain aneurism trying to understand these girls.
I hope they die a slow and horrible death today. But then again, I must have compassion.
Will they grow up?
Not before my dad disconnects the phone.
Prank calling = I cannot justify this type of prank calling in any which way in my brain. my mind will not allow this kind of comprehension. I DON'T GET IT.
Story:
My dad a couple months ago kept getting prank calls. Whatever. I tell him to brush it off. I remember being 12 and stupid.
They are back.
I don't get it.
Last night they kept calling over and over. These two girls "Ashley" and "Erica."
Ok once, twice, funny. But over and over and over. To the point where we have to keep our phone off the hook so it doesn't ring. Or it will keep ringing and ringing until we pick up. No message left. Only a "Is Justin there?"
No.
My dad tries to play along. He doesn't get far. They will hang up on him. And then call back.
Again and again. Talk a few minutes (playing along). Hang up.
Fnally I said I wanna have some fun, dad lemme answer it.
Ring ring.
(Me) "Hello"
(dumb bitch) "Is Justin there?"
(Me) "This is he."
(DB) "No this sounds like a girl"
(Me) "This is Justin"
(DB) "Can I talk to Justin please?"
(Me) "You are speaking to him"
(DB) "You're a lying bitch"
End conversation. Dumb bitch hangs up.
Ring Ring.
What in the fuck did we do to these dumb skags so they have to act this way?
That was last night. Didn't bother me. I thought it was semi funny. (semi)
But then this morning, the phone rang about 6 times. I was sleeping. I heard it. Didn't answer. Figure, if it's importnant, they'll leave a message. Finally after the 7th ring I thought i'd get up thinking maybe my dad was trying to get ahold of me. That was at 9am. I've been up ever since. It is now 12:45. The phone never rang.... until 5 minutes ago.
"Is justin there?"
I said "yeah hold on" and left the phone off the hook. Turned to the puter, blasted some music.
It's off the hook still.
I'm thinking they were the ones calling this morning.
I can't rationalize it AT ALL in my head. It gives me a headashe trying to relate to them. I'm TRYING to understand the humor. But my brain will not stoop that low. It will not allow me to understand where the huor lies. I will have a brain aneurism trying to understand these girls.
I hope they die a slow and horrible death today. But then again, I must have compassion.
Will they grow up?
Not before my dad disconnects the phone.