Turned out my booty call was nothing but a mooty call. I mean she was like, "sure, why not?" And I was like, "Hellz yeah! Gimme ten minutes," and she goes, "well I still have my
girlfriend here, we're doin' shots of tequila, " And I was like, "make it five!" She laughs, and I'm thinking, "Well, allriiight," Then all of a sudden, she starts yelling, "Not on my new couch! Not on my new..." And I hear in the background, "BLAHHH!" "My new couch! ... Bitch, the bathroom's
right there! You ruined..." BAM! She drops phone. I'm like,
That shit better not have blown the speakers on my Blackberry! I can now hear the sink running and lots of scuttling back and forth, cursing, then the phone picks up and I'm like, "Hello?
Everything alright?" And someone says, "Yeah, I just threw up a little." It's her friend! She sounds way hot too! All raspy. I'm about to ask her what flavor of Listerine she wants me to bring her, when I hear, "a little? a LITTLE?! You own me a new suede sectional, bitch! Put down that phone! I said put down that-" Then I think the bitch puked into the phone, cause
everything got really loud then suddenly silent. Called her back a couple of times, but all I got was her voicemail."
