BUMP, because I have an embarassing story.
So I was laying in bed...and I realized I haven't talked with Mr. MatthewAddison in a while...so I called him...and his phone went straight to his voicemail--one of those annoying ones that was like, "Hey, what's up? (pause) NO WAY! Oh my god--I have a secret for you! Guess what! YoU'RE TAlkING TO MY VOICEMAIL!! AHHH!!"
Except it went a little something like this...:
"Hey...hello? helllooo? why aren't you talking?...oh my god--I know...hold on a second....talk!...talk to me!...oh my god, I know--would you be mad if I slept with him??...ugh, I'm hanging up in 5...4...3...2...1...1/2...1/3... talk! (goes on--his voicemail was going on for about 45 seconds) That's it--I'm hanging up in 5...4...3...2...1...5...4...3...2...1...(I laughed) I hear you giggling! OK. Glarb fark."
At that point, I realized he was actually on the phone (perhaps because I figured he wouldn't put glarb fark in his voicemail)...and I was like, "uh...hi?"
Hm. Talk about an awkward conversation. He's in the BURRITO BAR right now, but he said he'll call me back when he gets out (which he never does).
But I just thought that was a rather humrous story. That definitely made my night.
"If it walks like a Parks, if it wobbles like a Parks, then it's definitely fat and nobody loves it." --MA
Updated On: 5/18/06 at 07:02 PM