I had some fucking tit ring my cellphone at 1.30am on Sunday morning. I checked the caller ID – “private number”. Now I get a bit of this and am becoming bored with it all...so I picked it up. Conversation went something like this:
Me: (very deep voice) “Covert surveillance – your password?”
She: (it was some giggling tit) “Wha – who is this?”
Me: (real stern) “How did you get this number?”
She: “Err....”
Me: (pretending to speak to someone else, sotto voce) “Get the trace on this willya – I think it’s the one we’re after!”
She: “Shit!” – click.
That’ll learn the stupid bitch.
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