David just ass-dialed me right now. He doesn't realize it, but he's on the phone with me right now.
Yikes! I was.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
David just ass-dialed me right now. He doesn't realize it, but he's on the phone with me right now.
Yikes! I was.
That reminds me, I have, I suppose, extensive reward points with my credit card that I should use for...something. I should check that.
My father once accidentally sent a blank text to a guy I hooked up with. For a million reasons I hope he'd deleted my number from his phone.
You were having breakfast with Matilda, right?
You were having breakfast with Matilda, right?
Yup.
David has a chatty and indiscriminate ass.
I have a metric shitload of reward points. I probably should have used them for some of my recent big ticket purchases. Der.
I get ass- and toddler-dialed a good amount, since, unless someone has an Aaron in their contacts list, I'm probably at the top of it.
David has a chatty and indiscriminate ass.
It's very discriminating! It likes Scola and P-C like all right thinking asses.
A discriminate ass knows both when and who to dial.
I wish I had enough FF points to join my sister in her trip to Durban, though. I don't have enough for that...
Okay, I've put my phone into memo pad mode, so it'll probably just type up Hamlet's soliloquy instead of pestering my friends at work.
My groceries called Cass once. For, like, five minutes until I noticed they had her on the line.
This is notable, because Cass and I don't talk on the phone. We're texters, the both of us.