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."
