Checking the messages.

[blustocking]

I just checked the saved messages on the voice mail (at work, mind you).

And I quote: (in a slight hick accent with intermittent breaking up)

"Hey...look...the bitches...yeeah...I got ta get some.....yeah, I was wonderin' if you can...eat up my jizz? I can shoot like Peter North. I got amazing amount of cum built up. (drunken hick laugh) I never done ass sex. I...I go deep on ya. I'll fuckin' fill up your ass with GIN (soooo, sounded like he STRESSED gin...meant jizz, I'm sure...but it's funnier as Gin) Heyyeeah, you can lick my dick as I pull outta your ass....heyheyah, is Ron Jeremy around?....that's the fuckin' MAN!...y'aight....I hope you choke on your own fuckin'..(broke up)."

Soooooo drunk.

Yes, I sat there and transcribed it WORD for WORD. Enjoy.
I'm going home to sleep now.

Comments

haha

[squeakyrix.livejournal.com]

i miss hearing about the stupid people who bother you at work :)

's funny!

You mean you actually check those???!!!??!

[catnamedcosette.livejournal.com]

You know, I think in the three years I've worked here, I checked that voicemail box maybe, MAYBE a half-dozen times. And that's probably exaggerating things a bit.

HA!

[blustocking.livejournal.com]

I knew there was a reason there were 25 messages. heheh.

DO YOUR JOB!!! ;)