stop calling my number you crap head!

My entire week has been pretty lackdaisical. The last thing I need for the weekend is some fucking moron who hid his/her number (appearing on my phone as UNKNOWN) calling me without uttering one single fucking simple word thru the earpiece. All I got is some wanker's breathing sound plus some cheapskate table fan running low on lube oil as background sound effect.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I wouldn't mind talking to you but you have to talk to me in order for me to respond right? So stop being a pussy and spit out some words. You can give out an infinite number of "Ahh" and I will be more than glad to help you to achieve your greatest orgasm in life. Besides, I will gallantly introduce myself if you're some horny lass who needs companionship for the weekend.(No FuRongJieJie pls.)

Fortuitously, despite your no-brainer meaningless prank calls, I can still be your skanky rag doll at a minimum fee but pls, do this the right way...there's always a standard protocol for shits like this.

SO STOP FUCKING PRANK CALLING ME! MY BATTERY IS RUNNING FLAT REAL SOON AND I DO NOT HAVE A CHARGER HERE WITH ME. A TRILLION THANKS GO TO YOU FOR THAT. AND IT'S NOT FUNNY AT ALL.

Thanks.


TO OTHERS: Enjoy your weekends!