KillahBee
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So at some point lastnight in my drunken (among other things) stuper, I lost my cell phone. I just called it from a pay phone (which now cost an arm and a leg to use thanks to cell phones...) and there were 2 messages. One was from some Mexican guy yelling at me - "You called me three times mother fucker! Stop calling me!". The other was from my mother referencing that my phone was lost and apparently I haven't got it back yet. What? She goes on to note that a young lady called my parents' house with my cell phone to tell them she had it. Yep - it was the stripper with the triple Z bombs who was grinding my padawan into happiness last evening.

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