I was drunk dialed this morning. At first I thought honestly that it was my brother. It was really funny... then it turned. The guy on the other end of the line wanted phone sex. It wasn't my brother.
I handled the call like a charm, told the dude he needed to go and boot, drink a glass of water and then call JoAnne (who he thought that he was calling) when he is sober and tell her he is sorry for being a schmuck and only calling for one thing.
He said that he would.
For JoAnne's sake, I hope he does.
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