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What's up you little bitch? Gimme a fuckin' call back you fuckin' whore. Byyeeee, I love you.
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(512): Dude is Really Hammered, Has Crabs and is Going...
Or my God, listen yet. I'm looking on this got damn website, nice. Even you got jerking with the jerky boys this I add give away, and the first thing that I wanna tell you is that you you're sick, 6 May and I'm looking at it and got damn it, I got the looking at it like you wanna sit around and have some kind. I did some kind of Circle Jerks on top of the night had like it was a cracker well you do get this god damn it, then I'm looking at it. He said upload some voicemails the last week and I pat it's that's ridiculous someways mails. I don't even Lou the the venues is voicemails. I don't know what the you think you are even come in and and like you some kind. I can with the i'm gonna give you did, so I'm gonna give you that have logic, just got damn give it out like a blow job sale is on that. I don't know what your ass like a god, B M, she deal with the Robert ohh son of a damn it. Did anybody, even in your contact. Holy, I got home i got, i gotta go. My balls origin. I gotta get [click to continue...]
Yo little bitch, callll me back!
Oh my god, I just got home…wooo I'm crazy…fuckin' tired, I'm gonna smoke a bowl. Will you call me and come fuckin' bullshit? And, yeah…bye.
Hey you mother fucker. It's only 10:30 and I am fucked up. I'm not really badly fucked up, but I'm fucked up enough to have a fucking conversation with the black dude in the bathroom who gives you paper towels. Man I gotta big bottle of Jagger, some fucking Coor's Light, and I've got that big box of … watching some girls. It's great, man. And he was here when I got here. Man, I wish you was with us. You and that mother fuckin' fine boat. Anyhow, give me a call tomorrow you dumb bitch. Bye.
Super drunk voicemail message.
Oh my God dude, I think that my head is going to implode, and explode at the same time. What did I drink last night? And who, how did I get home? Wait a sec…holy crap there's somebody in my shower I'm gonna have to call you back.
I'm so drunk right now. You should really talk to me. Motherfucker. Why don't you answer your phone, did you go to sleep? You dumb bitch. Cause you're a fucking hour ahead of me. You shit. I love you. I'm just kidding. I don't know dude, maybe you're not sleeping. But its 6:21 here, so it's like 3:21 there. In South Carolina. That's really I gotta say. Just. You're probably gonna be mad in the morning when you talk to me. Or you text me and listen to this. So I'm gonna hang up now. I think I called you already but I don't remember. We'll see. Alright. I don't know. Happy New Year. Bye bye.
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