10.05.20047-6-1
that's my record for nfl games this weekend. not great, but at least my winning percentage is better than the whalers'. also, i'd like to point out that i nailed the score of the kansas city/baltimore game right on the nose.
ok, i'm done with football. my voice mail greeting goes like this: "hi, this is jon. please leave a message." pretty simple and straightforward. here's the message i received a couple days ago: "debbie, call me back. i'm stuck in long wharf over here at brewery street where the post office is........... bye." now, we've all called a wrong number at some point. we've all gotten voice mails and answering machines where we're like, "oh, shit, that's not guillermo's voice mail," and we hang up. i'm also pretty certain we've all had an experience where someone's voice mail recording is totally incomprehensible and confusing, so it might be understandable how one could leave a message mistakenly. but how, on bush's ballsack, could this woman possibly have thought i was her friend debbie? unless debbie goes by the name "jon" and sounds like a more manly version of bea arthur, the woman who called me might have been this chick (just scroll down a tad, you'll know when to stop). now i'm scared. actually, i'm not frightened by this woman's stupidity. i'm scared because i never realized until now that i sound like bea arthur. yikes. okay, picture time. berlin.               |
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